Ace in the Hole Page #6

- Oh, let me wipe my face first.

Hold it.

And don't say anything about

those Indian spirits.

I don't want anybody

to think I'm scared.

Don't worry, Leo. I'm your pal.

I know. That's why

I can talk to you.

Sure, you can.

You know, in the army,

I was plenty scared, too.

Like when my outfit

landed in Italy.

Only in the army, it's different.

There, everybody's scared.

Your barge is gonna land.

You know you're gonna die.

And then a guy starts

singing, soft-like.

Then a guy next to you starts singing.

Pretty soon, you're singing, too.

Hut-Sut Rawlson on the rillerah

And a brawla, brawla sooit

Hut-Sut Rawlson

Well, it worked, didn't it?

Nothing happened to you.

Not a thing, except I got

the mumps in Naples.

Well, you light yourself a cigar,

Leo. I gotta say so long.

I certainly wish you could

stay a while longer.

So do I. But there's a lot to do

outside getting things organised.

Well, you wanna get out, don't you?

Looks like it's gonna

be a long night.

None of that. Come on, Leo.

Hut-Sut Rawlson on the rillerah

And a...

I said come on now. All together.

Hut-Sut Rawlson on the rillerah

And a brawla, brawla sooit

Hut-Sut Rawlson on the rillerah

And a brawla sooit

Hut-Sut Rawlson on the rillerah

And a brawla, brawla sooit

Hut-Sut Rawlson on the rillerah

And a brawla...

The brawla is the boy and girl

The Hut...

Hut-Sut Rawlson on the rillerah

And a brawla, brawla sooit

Hut-Sut Rawlson on the rillerah

And a brawla sooit

Hut-Sut Rawlson on the rillerah

What's the idea?

Have you gone nuts?

Just a couple of pals singing.

What's wrong with that?

I got me some pictures, fan.

Guard them with your life.

Let's get moving.

What happened?

- Aren't you gonna tell me?

- Quiet, Herbie. Quiet.

I'm writing the lead to the story.

- Well, what is the story?

- Big.

As big as they come, I think.

Maybe bigger than Floyd Collins.

- Floyd Collins plus.

- Plus what?

Plus King Tut. You remember

that one, don't you?

The curse of the old Egyptian pharaoh

when they came to rob his tomb?

How's that for an angle?

"King Tut in New Mexico."

"Curse of the old Indian chief.

White man half buried by angry spirits."

"What will they do? Will they

spare him? Will they crush him?"

Give it to me straight, Chuck.

How does it look? Can they get him out?

- Certainly.

- Well, how soon?

I don't know.

Floyd Collins lasted 18 days.

I don't need 18 days.

If I just had one week of this...

- Oh, brother.

- You're kidding, Chuck.

You don't really wish

for anything like that.

I'm not wishing for anything.

I don't make things happen.

All I do is write about them.

- Did you reach him?

- I saw him.

- I talked to him.

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