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. Hugh turned in that direction. "Put him down," commanded Joe. "Where do you think you are going?"
Hugh settled the wounded man to the deck. "Homes. Where else?"
"Fool! That's where they will look for us first."
"Where do we go?"
"Nowhere, in the Ship. We go out of the Ship!"
"Huh?"
"The Ship's boat."
"He's right," agreed Ertz. "The whole Ship's against us, now."
"But . . . but--" Hugh surrendered. "It's a long chance -- but we'll try it." He started again in the direction of their homes.
"Hey!" shouted Jim. "Not that way."
"We have to get our women."
"To Huff with the women! You'll get caught. There's no time." But Ertz and Alan started off without question. "Oh, all right!" Jim snorted. "But hurry! I'll stay with Bobo" Joe-Jim turned his attention to the dwarf, gently rolled him to his side and made a careful examination. His skin was gray and damp; a long red stain ran down from his right shoulder. Bobo sighed bubblingly and rubbed his head against Joe-Jim's thigh. "Bobo tired, Boss."
Joe-Jim patted his head. "Easy," said Jim, "this is going to hurt." Lifting the wounded man slightly, he cautiously worked the blade loose and withdrew it from the wound. Blood poured out freely.
Joe-Jim examined the knife, noted the deadly length of steel, and measured it against the wound. "He'll never make it," whispered Joe.
Jim caught his eye. "Well?"
Joe nodded slowly
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