"Nothing," I said. "I couldn't think of a thing to do. I just sat there."
"Till morning?"
"No. I lost consciousness before morning. I came to while it was still dark, in the ship."
Blake was looking at me with a puzzled frown. He said, "The hell. You mean—"
And then Charlie let out a sudden yip and dived head-first out of the bunk he'd been lying on, and grabbed the gun out of my hand. I'd just finished cleaning it and slipped the cartridge-clip back in.
And then, with it in his hand, he stood there staring at me as though he'd never seen me before.
Blake said, "Sit down, Charlie. Don't you know when you're being ribbed? But—uh—better keep the gun, just the same."