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. How can you tell a cow where you want to go?"
"That's easy. You have a porter lead it."
Ertz conceded the point. "Anyhow, you might fall off. It isn't practical. I'd rather walk."
"It's quite a trick," Joe explained. "Takes practice."
"Can you do it?"
Jim sniggered. Joe looked annoyed. "There are no horses in the Ship."
"OK, O.K. But look. These guys Athos, Porthos, and Aramis, they had something--"
"We can discuss that later," Hugh interrupted. "Bobo is back. Are you ready to go, Bill?"
"Don't get in a hurry, Hugh. This is important. These chaps had knives."
"Sure. Why not?"
"But they were better than our knives. They had knives as long as your arm, maybe longer. If we are going to fight the whole Crew, think what an advantage that would be."
"Hm-m-m." Hugh drew his knife and looked at it, cradling it in his palm. "Maybe. You couldn't throw it as well."
"We could have throwing knives, too."
"Yes, I suppose we could."
The twins had listened Without comment. "He's right," put in Joe. "Hugh, you take care of placing the knives. Jim and I have some reading to do." Both of Joe-Jim's heads were busy thinking of other books they owned, books. that discussed in saguinary detail the infinitely varied methods used by mankind to shorten the lives of enemies. He was about to institute a War College Department of Historical Research, although he called his project by no such fancy term