"It is not nonsense and nobody asked you; you aren't competent to have an opinion about it." Harshaw frowned. "That's too bad.  I can see that I am not only going to have to let you go - and, Duke, I don't want to fire you; you do a good job of keeping the gadgetry around here working properly and thereby save me from being annoyed by mechanical buffoonery I am totally uninterested in.  But I must not only get you safely off the place but I must also find out at once who else around here is not a water brother to Mike... and either see to it that they become such - or get them off the place before anything happens to them." Jubal chewed his lip and stared at the ceiling. "Maybe it would be sufficient to exact a solemn promise from Mike not to hurt anyone without my specific permission.  Mmmm... no, I can't risk it.  Too much horse play around here - and there is always the chance that Mike might misinterpret something that was meant in fun.  Say if you - or Larry, rather, since you won't be here - picked up Jill and tossed her into the pool, Larry might wind up where that pistol went, before I could explain to Mike that it was all in fun and Jill was not in danger.  I wouldn't want Larry to die through my oversight.  Larry is entitled to work out his own damn foolishness without having it cut short through my carelessness.  Duke, I believe in everyone's working out his own damnation his own way... but nevertheless that is no excuse for an adult to give a dynamite cap to a baby as a toy."