top of the dresser and tossed it. He tossed it
way to the right so The Young Speaker would have to grab for it with
his right hand. "Catch!" he cried. The Young Speaker caught the ball
but it slipped from his grasp and bounced on the floor. "How are you
going to hold a shield," he snapped, "when you can't even make a fist
with your right hand?"
62 "How did you know about that?" asked The Young Speaker rubbing his
hand.
63 "It's my job to know things," Bullet told him. "Anyways, the Healer
thought it was a good idea that somebody around you knew about the
problem. Your hand's next to useless. You can't fight with it, and you
know it!"
64 "I'll do alright," The Young Speaker assured.
65 "Sometimes!" Bullet cursed, "Sometimes! All right, but I'm going to
be your second. I want to make sure it's a fair fight. That will give
me an opportunity to inspect both yours and his weapons. These people
don't believe much in fair play. To them it's get what you want any way
you can!"
66 "I have the right to choose any second I want," agreed The Young Speaker, "so that shouldn't be any problem.
Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to get to bed. I've got to visit the
museum tomorrow and borrow some things!"
67 Bullet looked to the adjoining door. "All right," he agreed. "I'll
be ready to go with you." He went to his own room where his mates were
waiting. Sitting down on one of the beds, he stared at the floor. "WHAT
is he up to?" he asked aloud.
68 Sweet Blossom only shook her head. "Whatever it is," she insisted,
"we've got to realize he knows what he's doing."
69 "I hope so," sighed Bullet, "I really hope so!"
70 Next morning The Young Speaker walked cordially into the local
museum and spoke with its director. The