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Haney nodded, without smiling. His neighbor grinned. "You don't seem very sociable to-day, Mart?" "I'm not," Haney replied, bluntly. "I just dropped down beside you to say that young Wilkinson went broke in your place last night and has it in for you. He's plum fuzzy with drink, and you better look sharp or he'll do you. He's been on the rampage for two days crazy as a loon."
Joe said nothing. He ached a little inside. But he reflected that the men who'd guided the Platform to its orbit had been overshadowed by himself and Haney and the Chief and Mike. A later achievement always makes an earlier one look small. Now the four of them would be forgotten. History would remember the commander of the Moonship. Forgotten? Yes, perhaps.
Lucius, with quiet insistence upon the importance of his employers, had secured a place at a window overlooking the lake, and was glad to see his mistress brighten as her eyes swept the burnished shoreless expanse. Haney, still troubled by her languid air and gloomy face, took heart, and talked of what Chicago was in the days when he saw it and what it was now. "People say it don't improve.
He distinctly said "the first of the month" in this announcement, but as the days went by he only settled deeper into the snug corners of the Haney home, making no further mention of his triumphal eastward progress. On the contrary, he had the air of a regular boarder, and turned up promptly for meals, rotund and glowing in the opulence of his brother's hospitality.
It wasn't a good idea, but it was the only one possible under the circumstances. There was just one distinctly remote possibility. He told the others what it was. Mike's eyes flamed. The Chief nodded profoundly. Haney said with some skepticism, "It's all we've got. We've got to use it." "I need some calculations. Spread. Best time of firing. That sort of thing.
It had been shifted into the huge cradle of steel beams from which it was to be launched. Men swarmed about it and over it, in and out of the launching cage, checking and rechecking every possible thing that could make for the success of its flight to space. The other three crew-members were ready Haney and Chief Bender and Mike Scandia.
The bar-room was nearly empty, for the reason that the miners had not yet finished their evening meal, and Haney and his two cronies had just taken their second round of drinks when the side door was burst violently open, and a man, white and wild, with a double-barrelled shotgun in his hand, abruptly entered.
"What strange ideas these older people have! And Ben was twenty-six." Just what the doctor said afterwards she didn't hear, for she was thinking of the swift, wide arc of change through which her mind had swung from the time when Marshall Haney first came to Sibley so grand of stride, so erect, so powerful.
She drew back a little, but smiled bravely, carrying out the jest. "I'll call you on that. Unless you take water, you go to church to-morrow." The big man shoved his companion away and, leaning across the counter, said, in a low and deeply significant tone: "There ain't a thing in this world that you can't do with Mart Haney not a thing.
She merely said: "I like Mrs. Haney, and I feel sorry for her I mean I'm sorry she can't have a place in the town to which she is really entitled. She is improving very rapidly." "Isn't she!" he cried out. "That little thing is reading right through the town library a book every other day, she tells me." "Novels, I fear." "No; that's the remarkable thing. She's reading history and biography.
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