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"Mason," he continued, "you have your big 'copter here; the gang of you can all get in it. I'm taking off in a four-ton truck, with some of these kids. I want you boys to follow us. We're going to Pelton's store. There's a fight going on there, and the captain's in the middle of it. We gotta get him out." They all looked at him in puzzled surprise, but nobody gave him any argument.
"What the hell's this ...? Oh.... What do you characters want me to do? This feels like the short wave set from the 'copter.... Hmm.... You got it turned on.... What'll I do with it, Broadcast? I don't know whether you want me to talk to you or to back home, wherever that is.... Maybe you want me to say I'm havin' a fine time an' wish you was here.... I'm not.
"You were planning a cosey little article on Housewives of the Antarctic; The Care and Feeding of One's Penguin Husband. Right?" Gail grinned suddenly. "I see. Yes." "We take off in the 'copter," said Soames. "We start out ostensibly to gather material for an article on Can This Penguin Marriage Be Saved. But we'll be blown off course.
Tell your people simply to keep them worried until we come back." Fran zestfully swarmed back into the helicopter. Soames told him: "Turn off your communicator. You'll be listened in on. But maybe the monitoring men are having their hair stand on end from the welter of communications from the ships!" Fran wriggled with excitement as the 'copter rose once more.
There had been three of them during the morning, two arriving by groundcar and one by copter, at three different chateaus. She had driven to each one and circumspectly inspected the new guest, but none had been anyone she recognized from the Childress Barber College. In a way, she wished she had yielded to Nuwell's importunities. There was much more of interest to do in Mars City.
The engines hummed and roared and bellowed, and the ship lifted deliberately and floated away over the icy waste. The little helicopter was very much alone above a landscape which had never known a growing thing. Soames kept in radar contact and when he was ready he told the base, "I'm going down now, hunting crevasses." He let the 'copter descend.
There were only a few, smoking, steaming fragments. When the second 'copter landed beside the first, the four children were waiting composedly to be taken away. The world's affairs went on as usual. There were the customary number of international crises. The current diplomacy preferred blackmail by threat of atomic war. Naturally, even Antarctica could be used to create turmoil.
They waited. The children stayed in the ship. After a very long time the children appeared again. The girls' faces were tear-streaked. They brought small possessions and placed them neatly in the snow. They went back for more. "At a guess," said Soames, "that super-radar of theirs has shown them a 'copter on the way. They know they can't stay here.
You did a good job; got here promptly. Be seeing you, Goodkin." He climbed into his own 'copter and started the motor. "Put the Literates in their place!" the tri-dimensional colossus roared triumphantly after the retreating Independents. "Our servants, not our masters!" At eight thousand, he got the 'copter onto the lower Manhattan beam and relaxed.
"If you stay within a half mile of the hafnium pile, the detection man will not be able to pick up your radiation and maybe you will have a second chance." They all assented in that, and Hall, weary of making his own decisions turned toward the town. He walked through a tree-lined residential street, the houses with neatly trimmed lawns, and each with a copter parked on the roof.
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