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"Boss, Ertz sent me to get Hugh."
"Well, why didn't you do it?"
"I don't find him. Bobo says he's gone up to no-weight."
"Well, go get him. No, that won't do; you wouldn't know where to find him. I'll have to do it myself. Go back to Ertz and tell him to wait."
Forty-one hurried off. The Boss was all right, but it was not good to tarry in his presence.
"Now you've got us running errands," Jim commented sourly. "How do you like being a blood brother, Joe?"
"You got us into this."
"So? The blood-swearing was your idea."
"Damn it, you know why I did that. They took it seriously. And we are going to need all the help we can get, if we are to get out of this with a skin that will hold water."
"Oh? So you didn't take it seriously?"
"Did you?"
Jim smiled cynically. "Just about as seriously as you do, my dear, deceitful brother. As matters stand now, it is much, much healthier for you and me to keep to the bargain right up to the hilt. 'All for one and one for all!'"
"You've been reading Dumas again."
"And why not?"
"That's O.K. But don't be a damn fool about it."
"I won't be. I know which side of the blade is edged."
Joe-Jim found Squatty and Pig sleeping outside the door which led to the Control Room. He knew then that Hugh must be inside, for he had assigned the two as personal bodyguards to Hugh. It was a foregone conclusion anyhow; if Hugh had gone up to no-weight, he would be heading either for Main Drive, or the Control Room, more probably the Control Room
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