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And remember, we are no longer people of Venus, Earth, Mars, or Titan, we are citizens of Roald!" There was a roar of approval from the colonists. A band began to play and the assembly was adjourned. "He talks sense," Hyram Logan commented. "Real fighting sense!" "I'd like it a lot better, though," replied Astro, "if he didn't make it sound like a rally." "Yeah," agreed Roger.
On the morning of the tenth day of screening, Hyram Logan and his family entered Roger's small office. A man of medium height with a thick shock of iron-gray hair and ruddy, weather-beaten features Logan looked as though he was used to working in the outdoors. Flanked by his son and daughter, he stood quietly before the desk as the young cadet, without looking up, scanned his application quickly.
"What do you want?" growled Ed Bush. He stood at the air lock of the Polaris, a brace of paralo-ray guns strapped to his side. "Why ain't you out growing corn?" Hyram Logan smiled. He held out the books and study spools the cadets had given him on the trip out. "I wanted to return these to the cadets. They lent them to my son. He wants to be a Space Cadet when he's old enough."
We have the express authority of Homer, that at the Trojan war the Phoenicians furnished other nations with many articles that could contribute to luxury and magnificence; and Scripture informs us, that the ships of Hyram, king of Tyre, brought gold to Solomon from Ophir.
"... conclusive proof found today in hills surrounding farming area of Hyram Logan. Potentially the biggest hot metal strike I've ever seen. Am going to make a report to Vidac today. This could mean the beginning of a new era in space travel. Enough fuel to send fleets of ships on protracted voyages to any part of the universe...." Strong stopped reading and looked at Jane and Jeff.
When the sun star rose over the satellite's horizon, the three boys were stretched out flat on their stomachs in a field, watching the morning activity of Jane, Billy, and Hyram Logan about the farm. "Think we can get them to help us?" asked Roger. "It's the only thing we can do," said Astro. "If they won't, we might as well give ourselves up. I'm so hungry I could eat a whole cow!"
He thought of Hyram Logan and family; the shopkeeper from Titan with three sets of twin boys; the Martian miner who had spent twenty-five futile years searching for uranium in the asteroid belt. They were all ready to go over fifty billion miles into deep space and begin their lives again. Tom shook his head.
As they retraced their steps, they passed through the library and encountered Hyram Logan and his son Billy. "Hello, Mr. Logan," greeted Tom with a big smile. "Well, hello, Corbett," Logan replied. "Didn't know you were aboard Number Twelve." "We're not assigned to her, sir," replied Tom. "We're just making an inspection for the lieutenant governor. How do you like the way she's being run?"
"Never mind, Hyram," he exclaimed, "Miss Tessibel says she hasn't anything to sell." Hyram closed the door before Young spoke again. "Why won't you let me help you, poor little girl?" Tess stepped between the professor and the babe, lifting the child's bed in one hand. "I ain't got nothin' to-day," she muttered sullenly. "And when I says I ain't got nothin', I ain't."
"How old are the children?" asked Roger brusquely. "I'm nineteen," replied a low musical voice, "and Billy's twelve." Roger's head suddenly jerked up. He stared past Hyram Logan and a small towheaded boy, to gaze into the warm brown eyes of Jane Logan, a slender, pretty girl whose open, friendly features were framed by neatly combed reddish blond hair.
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