“But Quill, that wound—On the other side—” Kipps didn’t speak for a moment. “I know,” he said. “Maybe. But if it happens, it’s got to be done right, in the proper place. Anyway, I’m not staying here. Especially in this stupid outfit. Now—we need to go through.” Still I hesitated. “Quill,” I said, “you were brilliant just now.” “Yeah.” “Without you—” He grinned at me. “You and Tony and the others would never have made it, would you? Glad I made a contribution.”
