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is to arrange safe conduct for them through mutie country. You can do that, can't you?" he added, instinctively shifting the point of the argument to firmer ground.
           "Why, sure," said Jim.  
           "Forget it," said Joe.  
           "Well, O.K.," Hugh agreed, sensing that Joe really
    was annoyed at his persistence, "but it would be fun—" He withdrew some distance from the brothers.  
           He could hear Joe-Jim continuing the discussion with himself in low tones. He pretended to ignore it. Joe-Jim had this essential defect in his joint nature: being a committee, rather than a single individual, he was hardly fitted to be a man of action, since all decisions were necessarily the result of discussion and compromise.
           Several moments later Hugh heard Joe's voice raised. "All right, all right— have it your own way!" He then called out, "Hugh! Come here!"
           Hugh kicked himself away from an adjacent bulk-head and shot over to the immediate vicinity of Joe-Jim, arresting his flight with both hands against the framework of the Captain s chair.
           "We've decided," said Joe without preliminaries, "to let you go back down to the high-weight and try to peddle your goods. But you're a fool," he added sourly.
     
           Bobo escorted Hugh down through the dangers of the levels frequented by muties and left him in the uninhabited zone above high-weight. "Thanks, Bobo," Hugh said in parting. "Good eating." The dwarf grinned, ducked his head, and sped away, swarming up the ladder they had just descended.
           Hugh turned and started down, touching his knife as he did so. It was good to feel it against him again. Not that it was his original knife. That had been Bobo's prize when he was captured, and Bobo had been unable to return it, having inadvertently left it sticking in a big one that got away. But the replacement Joe-Jim had given him was well balanced and quite satisfactory.
           Bobo had conducted him, at Hugh's request and by Joe-Jim's order, down to the area directly over the auxiliary Converter used by the scientists. He wanted to find Bill Ertz, Assistant Chief Engineer and leader of the bloc of younger scientists, and he did not want to have to answer too many questions before he found him.
           Hugh dropped quickly down the remaining levels and found himself in a main passageway which he recognized. Good! A turn to the left, a couple of hundred yards' walk, and he found himself at the door of the compartment which housed the Converter. A guard lounged in front of it. Hugh started to push on past, was stopped. "Where do you think you're going?"
           "I want to find Bill Ertz."
           "You mean the Chief Engineer? Well, he's not here.
           "Chief? What's happened to the old one?" Hoyland regretted the remark at once—but it was already out.
           "Huh? The old Chief? Why, he's made the Trip long since." The guard looked at him suspiciously. "What's wrong with you?"
           "Nothing," denied Hugh. "Just a slip."
           "Funny sort of a slip. Well, you'll find Chief Ertz around his office probably."
           "Thanks. Good eating."
           "Good eating."
           Hugh was admitted to see Ertz after a short wait. Ertz looked up from his desk as Hugh came in. "Well," he said, "so you're back, and not dead after all. This is a surprise. We had written you off, you know, as making the Trip."
           "Yes, I suppose so."
           "Well, sit down and tell me about it—I've a little time to spare at the moment. Do you know, though, I wouldn't have recognized you. You've changed a lot—all that gray hair. I imagine you had some pretty tough times."
           Gray hair? Was his hair gray? And Ertz had changed a lot, too, Hugh now noticed. He was paunchy and the lines in his face had set. Good Jordan! How long had he been gone?
           Ertz drummed on