What tombs? What dwellings? - Charlie has perplexed asked. - that he speaks, Dik? Dik did not answer, it is gloomy looking
Here I also think, guys... Mike has suddenly passed to half-whisper, uneasily looking around and listening to each rustle. -
Perhaps, it is tombs of those who worked here to us, and? At Charlie on a back have spread murashki. Dik you are angry
кашлянул:Заткнись... The talker! With such conversations, moreover by the night... Be not afraid, Charlie, awful is not
present anything. Lived here kanaki (indigenous population of islands of the Southern seas), as well as on other same
islands. And then... It has become silent.
Just about, what was then, and? I do not know. - Dik has turned and has gone away. Charlie has once again taken a view
of a strange cemetery, poezhilsja and has hastened behind it. Through some steps Mike has caught up with them.
I will tell to you that was then. Truly, I will tell. I think, these people did not wish to leave from here - them have expelled. And
houses have burnt them. Here that I think! And palm trees have cut down. Saw hemp? Dik has stopped so suddenly that
Charlie and Mike with running start have flown on it.
Listen, Mike, - has told it, - you the old soldier, and you, truly, it was necessary to happen in different scrapes. You remember,
you spoke to me by a steamship: "it is Less nobility - to live longer"? You remember? So what line you pry not into the affairs?
What to you business to these kanakov? pogodi... I think, building here will be not absolutely usual. Military polices and so
on. But we - I and it, - Dik Charlie has put a hand on a shoulder, - we are going to work, instead of to be engaged in inquiries
and guesses. And to you we do not advise.
All right, guys, - having kept silent, Mike has spoken, - I understand you and I am not going to take offence, no. To simply me
here somehow not on myself, here that I wished to tell. Terribly a little and terribly. Good night, guys. On sand its leaving steps
have rustled. The sun has come, and at once became dark. Almost to the touch, stumbling continually, Dik and Charlie have
returned to lagoon coast.
Silently have sat down to have supper. Inertly picking a knife a can, Charlie silently сказал:Негр the rights. Here too it is not
pleasant to me.
Not be the woman! - cut off Dik. - Finish meal, and allow to sleep.
But has passed a lot of time before they have fallen asleep.
In some days transport unloading has been finished, and Ball has ordered to start the basic works. Tens kamnedrobilok have
roared, in air a dense cloud the cement dust has hung, the roar and a ring of mechanisms muffled human voices.
The first portions of concrete have gone on runway building, and as soon as it was ready, on island the jet plane has landed.