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Haney perched awkwardly on the edge of the porch. "Yeah. That's helped with the party. It's how I got here, as far as that goes. Mike's on top of the world." "Shoot it," said Joe. "Y'know he's been pretty bitter about things," said Haney carefully. "He's been sayin' that little guys like him ought to be the spacemen. There's half a dozen other little guys been working on the Platform too.
He kicked away from the ceiling, landing accurately at Rip’s side. He added in a hard voice all could hear, "They sure are a nice gang, these spacemen. They never say anything about Planeteers." No spaceman answered, but Koa’s meaning was clear. No spaceman had better say anything about the Planeteers!
"Open outer valve when ready." "Get Flaming, Foster!" He took a quick final look around. The pilots were in the boats. His Planeteers were standing by, safety lines already attached to the boats and their belts. He moved into position and snapped his own line to a ring on Dowst’s boat. The spacemen vanished through the valve and the massive door slid closed. The overhead lights flicked out.
"I want to see this ship in space as badly as you do. Perhaps even more so. But listen, I'm not afraid of the jinx. Neither are you, nor is Professor Hemmingwell. We're spacemen. And we know the operation of every piece of equipment on that ship. What's to prevent us from taking her up?" Connel looked at the young man, immediately recognizing the value of his suggestion. He nodded his head curtly.
"The assignments of the Polaris unit, whether it be to Tara or the Moon, has nothing to do with your own breech of conduct. In any case, if they were to be assigned, they'd do a better job than you 'experienced' spacemen who are disrespectful of your superior officers and break regulations!
I didn't have a credit to my name. So I drifted some more. Then I got sick of drifting and tried to find a job, but of course I couldn't buy my way in to any of the hereditary guilds. Earth has enough people of her own; she's not interested in finding jobs for kid spacemen who jump ship. "So I starved a little. Then I got tired of starving.
This thing will light up like nothing you've ever seen before." It was a good thing space cruisers depended on their radar and not on sight, he thought. Usually spacemen opened up visual ports only when landing or taking a star sight for an astroplot. The clear plastic of the domes had to be shielded from chance meteors.
There were small shops and what looked like bars, and a glass-fronted place with a sign lettered largely, in black letters, a Lhari phrase meaning roughly HOME AWAY FROM HOME: MEALS SERVED, SPACEMEN WELCOME, REASONABLE. Behind him a voice said in Lhari, "Tell me, does that sign mean what it says? Or is this one of those traps for separating the unwary spaceman from his hard-earned credits?
"I was sent into the jungle to find this base, but one of our party was injured and we were captured by a patrol." Tom and Connel heard voices whispering in the darkness and then a loud order. "Lie down on the floor, both of you!" The two spacemen hesitated and then got down flat on their backs. "Close your eyes and lie still. One of us here knows what Connel looks like.
Greibenfeld nodded, and a deputy marshal opened the door on the right of the bench. Two spacemen came in, carrying cartons. One went up to the bench; the other started around in front of the tables, distributing small battery-powered hearing aids. "Please put them in your ears and turn them on," he said. "Thank you." Baby Fuzzy tried to get Jack's.
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