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Other motors ranged in size from even smaller to quite large ones about as big as a gallon can. The small ones were terrifically expensive, probably the reason they had been attractive to the Earthman and his gang. When Rick was finished with the simple connections, he called Dr. Bond. The elderly scientist checked carefully, then nodded approval. Phil Sherman stuck his head in the door.
MacMaine shook his head. No. It was better this way. Much better. He turned and went back to the dining cabin where Tallis was trussed up. This time, passing the null-gee point didn't bother him much at all. Tallis was moaning a little and his eyelids were fluttering by the time MacMaine got back. The Earthman opened the medical kit again and looked for some kind of stimulant.
Rick asked. Earle shrugged. "Anything to hide the fact that the transistors are stolen stock. The Earthman could make a deal with some jobber who handles electronic materials, and feed the transistors into regular trade channels through the jobber." "But aren't they numbered, or trade-marked, or something like that?" "Numbers and trade-marks can be changed," Dr. Bond reminded him.
It went home with a soul-satisfying crunch. Urga's gray gash of a mouth seemed to smear slowly over the rest of his face. A wild animal scream burst from him as he sagged. Then a swirl of other Mercutians anxious to get at the Earthman eddied him out of view. Hilary felt better. Now he could die content.
"I will not touch these things again without your permission, Earthman," Torlos promised earnestly. The Ancient Mariner drove on through space, rapidly eating up the millions of miles that separated Nansal from Sator. Arcot sat in the control room with Morey discussing their passenger. "You know," Arcot mused, "I've been thinking about that man's strength; an iron skeleton doesn't explain it all.
He remembered his early days as a youth on his first trip to Luna City; his first sensation at touching an alien world; his skipper, old, wise, and patient, who had given him his creed as a spaceman: "Travel wide, deep, and high," the skipper had said to the young Connel, "but never so far, so wide, or so deep as to forget that you're an Earthman, or how to act like an Earthman!"
"I see, sir," replied Roger, as a faraway look came into his eyes. "Yes, sir, I have some ideas about life in space." "I'd like to hear them!" requested Strong coldly. "Very well, sir." Roger relaxed his shoulders and leaned against the bunk. "I believe space is the last frontier of man Earthman. It's the last place for man to conquer.
John Gordon turned and hurried upstairs to his room to wash up for lunch. Rick stared after him. What in the name of a simple-minded spacefish did that mean? Homo Terrestrialis. Man of Earth. Earthman! Assignment: Rocket Base Rick turned the phrase over and over in his head, trying to make sense out of it. Earthman? Who wasn't an earthman? The whole human race was composed of them.
The wire ran from the main, incoming signal circuit into the master control circuit. The Earthman had done this! What he had done was to feed the signal from the blockhouse right back to the blockhouse over the check-signal circuit, completely bypassing the drone control, which was still in operating condition but which now could not get the signals to activate it.
The two met only at night, usually at bedtime, because the entire base was working overtime. The work was so absorbing that Rick actually forgot for long periods the reason for his presence on the base. To be sure, he heard much about the mysterious Earthman, but it was all a rehash of the earlier sabotage attempts, mixed with pretty wild speculation.
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