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Don’t know when I last saw swordplay like that,’ said Morry.
‘Oh,’ said Victor. ‘Well. Thank you.’
‘All that shouting "Ha!" and "Have at you, you dog". Very professional,’ said Morry.
‘I see,’ Victor. Detritus gave him a big, gem-studded grin. [13]
‘Mr Dibbler says I can be a vice-president,’ he said proudly.
‘In charge of what?’ said Victor.
‘Vice-presidents,’ said Detritus.
Gaspode the Wonder Dog made a little growling sound at the back of his throat. The camel, which had been idly staring at the sky, sidled around a bit and suddenly lashed out with a kick that caught the troll in the small of the back. Detritus yelped. Gaspode gave the world a look of satisfied said Victor. He reached sideways and grabbed Ginger’s arm. ‘We’ve got to talk,’ he hissed. ‘Somewhere quiet. Behind the tent.’ ‘If you think I’m going anywhere alone with you-’she began. ‘Listen, this is no time to start acting like-’ A heavy hand settled on Victor’s shoulder. He turned, and saw the shape of Detritus eclipsing the world. ‘Mr Dibbler doesn’t want anyone running off,’ he said. ‘Everyone has to stay until Mr Dibbler says.’ ‘You’re a real pain, you know,’ said