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Also, that fortress I mean, of course, bank is going to have a lot of lead-lined rooms." "I wish I could use the remaining money the Board gave me to lead-line a lot of those IP ships," said McLaurin wistfully. "Can't you make a gamma-ray bomb of some sort?" "Not without their atomic energy release. With it, of course, it's easy to flood a region with rays.
Hurrah, Sarah, here's good luck to the boy and speedy promotion!" "'Oo-ray, Say-rah!" screamed `Ally Sloper, the cockatoo, in cordial appreciation, apparently, of this sentiment. "'Ip, 'ip, 'oo-ray!" That settled the matter.
Then, fifty ships swam up again, reloaded with fuel, and with crews consisting solely of uninjured warriors, and started for Mars. Mars was half way between her near conjunction and her maximum elongation with respect to Jupiter at that time. The Mirans knew their business though, for they started in on the IP station on Phobos.
"The Lunar Bank," he said slowly, half to himself. "Staffed by trained IP men, experts in expert destruction. Buck, you said something about the profits of this venture. What did you mean?" Buck smiled. "We're going to stick up IP to the extent necessary to pay for that fort er bank on Luna. We'll also boost the price so that we'll make enough to pay for those ships I'm having made.
Still a few hours of work, and the IP stations on Jupiter had rolled wildly across the flat plains of the planet like dented cans, to end in utter destruction. The Mirans had paid no attention to the fleeing passenger and freighter ships that left the planet, loaded to the utmost with human cargo, and absolutely no freight.
Then she called up the gill, "Ec ho! Ec ho!" and listened, but there was no response, and she said, "It won't answer to its own name. What shall I call?" "Oh, anything," said Philip. "Phil ip! Phil ip!" she called, and then said pettishly, "No, Philip won't hear me either." She laughed. "He's always so stupid though, and perhaps he's asleep." "More this way," said Philip. "Try now." "You try."
Douglass, a young junior physicist, late of the IP Physics Department, stuck his head in the door and announced his instruments were all set up. "Keep an eye on them. They'll move somehow, at any rate. This thing couldn't go as flat as that atom-buster of mine." Carefully Kendall made a few last-minute adjustments on the limiting relays, and took up his position at the power board.
Jest reach me my snuff-box out o' my 'ind pocket, an' you shall see me smite they Amalekites 'ip an' thigh." "Gaffer," began Old Amos, saluting us with his usual grin, as he came up, "we be wishful to ax 'ee a question we be wishful to know wheer be Black Jarge, which you 'avin' gone to fetch 'im, an' bring 'im 'ome again them was your words."
It will take all that time, and more for real refitting of the IP ships." "How about more forts or banks, whichever you want to call them. Mars isn't protected." "Mars is abandoned," replied General Logan seriously. "We haven't any too much to protect old Earth, and she must come first. Mars will, of course, be protected as best the IP ships can. But we're expecting defeat.
The IP ships had been covered with a black paint, and in no time at all, Kendall had gotten his ship into a position where the energy radiations of the sun made him undetectable from the Miran's position, since the radiation of his own ship, even in the heat range, was mingled with the direct radiation of the sun. The sun was in the Miran's "eyes," both actual and instrumental.
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