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"O.K.," Ertz told him. "Main Drive is ready: over two hundred bodies and a lot of waste mass. What are waiting for?"
"Let's see Narby and get permission to start."
"Why ask him?"
Hugh shrugged. "He's Captain. He'll want to know."
"All right. Let's pick up Joe-Jim and get on with it." They left Hugh's apartment and went to Joe-Jim's. Joe-Jim was not there, but they found Alan looking for him, too.
"Squatty says he's gone down to the Captain's office," Alan informed him.
"So? It's just as well. We'll see him there. Alan, old boy, you know what?"
"What?"
"The time has arrived. We're going to do it! Start moving the Ship!" Alan looked round-eyed. "Gee! Right now?"
"Just as soon as we can notify the Captain. Come along, if you like."
"You bet! Wait while I tell my woman." He darted away to his own quarters nearby.
"He pampers that wench," remarked Ertz.
"Sometimes you can't help it," said Hugh with a faraway look.
Alan returned promptly, although it was evident that he had taken time to change to a fresh breechcloth. "O.K.," he bubbled. "Let's go!"
Alan approached the Captain's office with a proud step. He was an important guy now, he exulted to himself. He'd march on through with his friends while the guards saluted; no more of this business of being pushed around.
But the doorkeeper did not stand aside, although he did salute, while placing himself so that he filled the door
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