Well, we’ll just see about . . . let me up, Dasinger! Just wait till I get my hands on that bony partner of yours!”
“Now take it easy.”
“Take it easy! Why should I? I . . .”
“It would be better,” Dasinger explained, “if Egavine believes you’re still under the influence.”
She scowled up at him; then her face turned thoughtful. “Ho! You feel it isn’t that he’s a depraved old goat, that he’s got something more sinister in mind?”
“It’s a definite possibility. Why not wait and find out? The ointment will immunize you against further tricks.”
Miss Mines regarded him consideringly for a few seconds, then nodded. “All right! You can let me up now. What do you think he’s planning?”
“Not easy to say with Dr. Egavine. He’s a devious man.” Dasinger got himself disentangled, came to his feet, and reached down to help her scramble up.
“They certainly wrap you up with that hypno stuff, don’t they?” she observed wonderingly.
Dasinger nodded. “They certainly do.” Then he added, “I’m keeping the doctor and his little sidekick locked up, too, until we get to the planet. That leaves you and me with the run of the ship.”
Duomart looked at him. “So it does,” she agreed.
“Know how to use a gun?”
“Of course. But I’m not allow—don’t have one with me on this trip.”
He reached into his coat, took out a small gun in a fabric holster. Duomart glanced at it, then her eyes went back to his face.
“Might