Brave regarded him equably. "Sure, tetrarch. Sure I'm crazy. Did you go out last night?"
"You were with me. What's wrong with you? We went to Win's."
"I mean later, when I was asleep."
"Certainly not. I did get up and go into the living room, though, and I fell asleep in a chair."
"Ah," said Brave. He considered a moment. "Watch the java, will you?"
Alan nodded. The Indian went out of the kitchen. Alan heard him moving things about in their little laboratory beside the plastiglassed lounging quarters. In five minutes he returned.
"Alan, you trust me, don't you?"
"My God, do you have to be reassured on that? Ever since we marched through Argentina together. Since Campana and Buenos Aires and that hell of Pergamino. I'd trust you if you told me to jump into Lower Bay."
"Okay. Now do me a favor." He gulped down a cup of scalding coffee. "Drink up and come with me."