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. "That's for Bobo!"
They closed on him; he swung widely caring not where he hit as long as his blade met resistance. "And that's for me!" A knife planted itself in his thigh. It did not even slow him up; legs were dispensable in no-weight. "'One for all!'"
A man was on his back now he could feel him. No matter; here was one before him, too, one who could feel steel. As be swung, he shouted, "All for o--" The words trailed off, but the stroke was finished.
Hugh tried to open the door which had been slammed in his face. He was unable to do so; if there were means provided to do so, he was unable to figure them out. He pressed an ear against the steel and listened, but the airtight door gave back no clue.
Ertz touched him on the shoulder. "Come on," be said. "Where's Joe-Jim?"
"He stayed behind."
"Open up the door! Get him."
"I can't, it won't open. He meant to stay, he closed it himself."
"But we've got to get him; we're blood-sworn."
"I think," said Hugh, with a sudden flash of insight, "that's why he stayed behind." He told Ertz what he had seen.
"Anyhow," he concluded, "it's the End of the Trip to him. Get on back and feed mass to that Converter. I want power." They entered the Ship's boat proper. Hugh closed the air-lock doors behind them. "Alan!" he called out. "We're going to start. Keep those damned women out of the way."
He settled himself in the pilot's chair, and cut the lights
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