She pressed a button, and up out of the opening in the middle of the floor there shot a half-grown boy, swimming so rapidly that he scarcely touched the coaming as he came to his feet. He glanced at the four visitors, then ran up to Seaton and Crane. “Please, sirs, may I ride, just a little short ride, in your vessel before you go away?” “Seven!” boomed Carfon sternly, and the exuberant youth subsided. “Pardon me, sirs, but I was so excited . . .” “All right, son, no harm done at all. You bet you’ll have a ride in …
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