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. "I don't agree to this. Why should he be Captain?"
Narby faced him. "Do you want to be Captain?" He kept his voice carefully free of sarcasm. A mutie for Captain!
"Huff's name, no! But why should you be? Why not Ertz or Hugh?"
"Not me," Hugh disclaimed. "I'll have no time for administration. I'm the astrogator."
"Seriously, Joe-Jim," Ertz explained, "Narby is the one of the group who can get the necessary cooperation out of the Ship's officers."
"Damn it, if they won't cooperate we can slit their throats."
"With Narby as Captain we won't have to slit throats."
"I don't like it," groused Joe. His brother shushed, "Why get excited about it, Joe? Jordan knows we don't want the responsibility."
"I quite understand your misgivings," Narby suggested suavely, "but I don't think you need worry. I would forced to depend on you, of course, to administer the muties. I would administer the lower decks, a job I am used to and you would be Vice-Captain, if you are willing serve, for the muties. It would be folly for me to attempt to administer directly a part of the Ship I'm not familiar with and people whose customs I don't know. I really can't accept the captaincy unless you are willing to help me in that fashion. Will you do it?"
"I don't want any part of it," protested Joe.
"I'm sorry. Then I must refuse to be Captain. I really can't undertake it if you won't help me that much
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