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It swam among all the myriads of myriads of suns, burning luridly and in a terrible silence, with visibly writhing prominences rising from the edge of its disk. Cochrane squinted at it with light-dazzled eyes. Then Babs cried softly: "Beautiful! Oh, beautiful!" And Cochrane shielded his eyes and saw the world new-born before him.
"I can believe it," said Cochrane, "without even liking it particularly. Babs, who told you to come on this trip? Where'd all the orders come from?" "Mr. Hopkins' secretary," said Babs happily. "She didn't tell me to come. I managed that! She said for me to name two science men and two writers who could work with you.
But so long as nobody sneezed or broke out in welts, their lives were probably safe. This comforting conclusion took a long time to work out. Meanwhile Babs and Cochrane had swung down to the ground and went hiking. Cochrane was armed as before, though he had no experience as a marksman.
I did want him. But not in the way I want Arthur now. One wants so many things. Lord Pinkerton said, 'You're making a big mistake, Babs. That fellow won't last. He's building on sand, as the Bible puts it building on sand. I hear on good authority that the Fact can't go on many months longer, unless it changes its tone and methods considerably; it's got no chance of fighting its way as it is now.
"Babs, we must make him stop. It he sits down to rest you might get him to take you out. I must reach his drugs." "Yes. I'll try it, George." Polter was momentarily standing motionless as though gazing around him, judging what to do next. His size seemed stationary. Beyond our bars we could see the distant circular walls as though this were some giant crater-pit in which Polter was standing.
I could see his face imaged in the little mirror on my desk; the anxiety, tenseness in his voice, was duplicated in his expression. "Well " I began. "You must, George. Babs and I need you. See here...." He tried at first to make it sound like an invitation for a New Year's Eve holiday. But I knew it was not that. Alan and Barbara were my best friends. They were twins, eighteen years old.
"Took you to the nightclub; but not to see the ship!" "The ship's farther," explained Babs. "I could always be found at the nightclub if you needed me. I went when you were asleep." "Damn!" said Cochrane. "Hm ... You ought to get a bonus. What would you rather have, Babs, a bonus in cash or Spaceways stock?" "I've got some stock," said Babs. "Mr. Bell the writer, you know got in a poker game.
Why had Barbara condescended to mention the wretched brute? And she decided to take him by the horns. "Babs," she said, "go to the Inn and order me a 'fly. I shall drive back, I feel very shaky," and, as Mrs. Noel offered to send her maid, she added: "No, no, my granddaughter will go."
You were meant for happiness, and must not throw it aside. I shall probably leave this place soon, and we may seldom meet in the future, but I should like to think of you in the sunshine. Promise me to be happy, Babs! Promise me that you will be happy!"
He said to Holden: "Tomorrow we'll try to figure out some sort of test and try the air. I'll go out in a space-suit and crack the face-plate! I can close it again before anything lethal gets in. But there's no use stepping out into a bed of coals tonight. I'll have to wait till morning." Holden smiled at him. Babs regarded him with intent, enigmatic eyes. Neither of them said anything more.
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