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"I told you I couldn't explain it."
"Of course you can't."
The twins had been whispering disgustedly, one head to the other. "Stop the chatter," Joe said in louder tones. "We're ready to go. Come on."
"Sure," Ertz agreed eagerly, "let's drop it, Narby, until you have seen it. Come on now; it's a long climb."
"What?" Narby demanded. "Say, what is this? Go where?"
"Up to the Captain's veranda, and the Control Room."
"Me? Don't be ridiculous. I'm going down at once."
"No, Narby," Ertz denied. "That's why I sent for you. You've got to see."
"Don't be silly. I don't need to see; common sense gives sufficient answer. However," he went on, "I do want to congratulate you on making a friendly contact with the muties. We should be able to work out some means of cooperation. I think--"
Joe-Jim took one step forward. "You're wasting time," he said evenly. "We're going up; you, too. I really do insist."
Narby shook his head. "It's out of the question. Some other time, perhaps, after we have worked out a method of cooperation."
Hugh stepped in closer to him from the other side. "You don't seem to understand. You're going now."
Narby glanced the other way at Ertz. Ertz nodded. "That's how it is, Narby."
Narby cursed himself silently. Great Jordan! What in the Ship was he thinking of to let himself get into such a position? He had a distinct feeling that the two-headed man would rather that he showed fight
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