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Mr. Thomas Marvel
"Chump,"saidMr.Marvel.
"Oneminute,"saidtheVoice,penetratingly,tremulouswithself-control.
"Well?"saidMr.ThomasMarvel,withastrangefeelingofhavingbeenduginthechestbyafinger.
"YouthinkI'mjustimagination?Justimagination?"
"Whatelsecanyoube?"saidMr.ThomasMarvel,rubbingthebackofhisneck.
"Verywell,"saidtheVoice,inatoneofrelief."ThenI'mgoingtothrowflintsatyoutillyouthinkdifferently."
"Butwhereareyer?"
TheVoicemadenoanswer.Whizzcameaflint,apparentlyoutoftheair,andmissedMr.Marvel'sshoulderbyahair's-breadth. Mr.Marvel,turning,sawaflintjerkupintotheair,traceacomplicatedpath,hangforamoment,andthenflingathisfeetwithalmostinvisiblerapidity. Hewastooamazedtododge. Whizzitcame,andricochettedfromabaretoeintotheditch. Mr.ThomasMarveljumpedafootandhowledaloud. Thenhestartedtorun,trippedoveranunseenobstacle,andcameheadoverheelsintoasittingposition.
"Now,"saidtheVoice,asathirdstonecurvedupwardandhungintheairabovethetramp."AmIimagination?"
Mr.Marvelbywayofreplystruggledtohisfeet,andwasimmediatelyrolledoveragain. Helayquietforamoment. "Ifyoustruggleanymore,"saidtheVoice,"Ishallthrowtheflintatyourhead."