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. Finally Joe interrupted his brother. "Wait a bit, Jim. Let's be logical about this. It was intended for us to get out; that implies a door, doesn't it?"
"Yeah. Sure."
"There's no door up here. It must be down in high weight."
"But it isn't," objected Hugh. "All that country is known. There isn't any door. It has to be up in mutie country."
"In that case," Joe continued, "it should be either all the way forward, or all the way aft, otherwise it would not go anywhere. It isn't aft. There's nothing back of Main Drive but solid bulkheads. It would need to be forward."
"That's silly," Jim commented. "There's the Control Room and the Captain's veranda. That's all."
"Oh, yeah? How about the locked compartments?"
"Those aren't doors, not to the Outside anyway. Just bulkheads abaft the Control Room."
"No, stupid, but they might lead to doors."
"Stupid, eh? Even so, how are you going to open them; answer me that, bright boy?"
"What," demanded Hugh, "are the 'locked compartments'?"
"Don't you know? There are seven doors, spaced on the main shaft in the same bulkhead as the door to Main Control Room. We've never been able to open them."
"Well, maybe that's what we're looking for. Let's see!"
"It's a waste of time," Jim insisted. But they went.
Bobo was taken along to try his monstrous strength on the doors. But even his knotted swollen muscles couldn't budge the levers which appeared to be intended to actuate the doors
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