"Those fools!"
"Yes, yes, sure; but they didn"t know what you know. In their way they were trying to be reasonable. Now, if I could go back down and tell them what you"ve taught me, I could get you enough men to work with."
Joe cut in. "Take a good look at us, Hugh. What do you see?"
"Why ... why, I see you. Joe-Jim."
"You see a mutie," corrected Joe, his voice edged with sarcasm. "We"re a mutie. Get that? Your scientists won"t work with us."
"No, no," protested Hugh, "that"s not true. I"m not talking about peasants. Peasants wouldn"t understand, but these are scientists, and the smartest of the lot. They"ll understand. All you need to do 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 bulkhead 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, a.s.sistant 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 pa.s.sageway 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 his desk top, and pursed his lips. "It makes a problem, your coming back like this. I"m afraid I can"t just a.s.sign you to your old job; Mort Tyler has that. But we"ll find a place for you, suitable to your rank."
Hugh recalled Mort Tyler and not too favorably. A precious sort of a chap, always concerned with what was proper and according to regulations. So Tyler had actually made scientisthood, and was on Hugh"s old job at the Converter. Well, it didn"t matter. "That"s all right, he began. "I wanted to talk to you about--"
"Of course, there"s the matter of seniority," Ertz went on, "Perhaps the Council had better consider the matter. I don"t know of a precedent. We"ve lost a number of scientists to the muties in the past, but you are the first to escape with his life in my memory."
"That doesn"t matter," Hugh broke in. "I"ve something much more pressing to talk about. While I was away I found out some amazing things, Bill, things that it is of paramount importance for you to know about. That"s why I came straight to you. Listen. I--"
Ertz was suddenly alert. "Of course you have! I must be slowing down. You must have had a marvelous opportunity to study the muties and scout out their territory. Come on, man, spill it! Give me your report."
Hugh wet his lips. "It"s not what you think," he said. "It"s much more important than just a report on the muties, though it concerns them, too. In fact, we may have to change our whole policy with respect to the mu--"
"Well, go ahead, go ahead! I"m listening."
"All right." Hugh told him of his tremendous discovery as to the actual nature of the Ship, choosing his words carefully and trying very hard to be convincing. He dwelt lightly on the difficulties presented by an attempt to reorganize the Ship in accordance with the new concept and bore down heavily on the prestige and honor that would accrue to the man who led the effort.
He watched Ertz"s face as he talked. After the first start of complete surprise when Hugh launched his key idea, the fact that the Ship was actually a moving body in a great outside s.p.a.ce, his face became impa.s.sive and Hugh could read nothing in it, except that he seemed to detect a keener interest when Hugh spoke of how Ertz was just the man for the job because of his leadership of the younger, more progressive scientists.
When Hugh concluded, he waited for Ertz"s response. Ertz said nothing at first, simply continued with his annoying habit of drumming on the top of his desk. Finally he said, "These are important matters, Hoyland, much too important to be dealt with casually. I must have time to chew it over."
"Yes, certainly," Hugh agreed. "I wanted to add that I"ve made arrangements for safe pa.s.sage up to no-weight. I can take you up and let you see for yourself."
"No doubt that is best," Ertz replied. "Well, are you hungry?"
"No."
"Then we"ll both sleep on it. You can use the compartment at the back of my office. I don"t want you discussing this with anyone else until I"ve had time to think about it; it might cause unrest if it got out without proper prepartion."
"Yes, you"re right"
"Very well, then." Ertz ushered him into a compartment behind his office which he very evidently used for a lounge. "Have a good rest," he said, "and we"ll talk later."
"Thanks," Hugh acknowledged. "Good eating."
"Good eating."
Once he was alone, Hugh"s excitement gradually dropped away from him, and he realized that he was f.a.gged out and very sleepy. He stretched out on a builtin couch and fell asleep.
When he awoke he discovered that the only door to the compartment was barred from the other side. Worse than that, his knife was gone.
He had waited an indefinitely long time when he heard activity at the door. It opened; two husky, unsmiling men entered. "Come along," said one of them. He sized them up, noting that neither of them carried a knife. No chance to s.n.a.t.c.h one from their belts, then. On the other hand he might be able to break away from them.
But beyond them, a wary distance away in the outer room, were two other equally formidable men, each armed with a knife. One balanced his for throwing; the other held his by the grip, ready to stab at close quarters. He was boxed in and be knew it. They had antic.i.p.ated his possible moves.
He had long since learned to relax before the inevitable. He composed his face and marched quietly out. Once through the door he saw Ertz, waiting and quite evidently in charge of the party of men. He spoke to him, being careful to keep his voice calm. "h.e.l.lo, Bill. Pretty extensive preparations you"ve made. Some trouble, maybe?"
Ertz seemed momentarily uncertain of his answer, then said, "You"re going before the Captain."
"Good!" Hugh answered. "Thanks, Bill. But do you think it"s wise to try to sell the idea to him without laying a little preliminary foundation with the others?"