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. Jeri came in, took both strips, looked at Thorby's, then looked more closely. "I dug up the post-analysis before I came down," he said.
"Yes, sir?" Thorby said eagerly.
"Mmm . . . I'll check it after chow -- but it looks as if your mistakes had cancelled out."
Mata said, "Why, Bud, that's a perfect run and you know it!"
"Suppose it is?" Jeri grinned. "You wouldn't want our star pupil to get a swelled head, would you?"
"Pooh!"
"Right back to you, small and ugly sister. Let's go to chow."
They went through a narrow passage into trunk corridor of second deck, where they walked abreast. Thorby gave a deep sigh.
"Trouble?" his nephew asked.
"Not a bit!" Thorby put an arm around each of them. "Jeri, you and Mata are going to make a marksman out of me yet."
It was the first time "Thorby had addressed his teacher by name since the day he had received the scorching. But Jeri accepted his uncle's overture without stiffness. "Don't get your hopes up, bunkmate. But I think we've got it licked." He added, "I see Great Aunt Tora is giving us her famous cold eye. If anybody wants my opinion, I think Sis can walk unassisted -- I'm sure Great Aunt thinks so."
"Pooh to her, too!" Mata said briskly. "Thorby just made a perfect run."
Sisu came out of darkness, dropping below speed-of-light Losian's sun blazed less than fifty billion kilometers away; in a few days they would reach their next market The ship went to watch-and-watch battle stations
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