There you are autocracy, democracy, communism the three types of terrestrial societies. Tweel's people have a different system from any of us." "Different? What is it?" "The one no earthly nation has tried. Anarchy!" "Anarchy!" the captain and Putz burst out together. "That's right." "But " Harrison was sputtering. "What do you mean they're ahead of us? Anarchy! Bah!"
"Putz is going over the insides of the Ares," he announced. "He'll have his hands full until we leave, because I want every bolt inspected. It's too late for repairs once we cast off." "And if Leroy and I crack up? That's our last auxiliary." "Pick up another ostrich and walk back," suggested Harrison gruffly. Then he smiled. "If you have trouble, we'll hunt you out in the Ares," he finished.
Second, a steam engine here expands against ten pounds per square inch less air pressure than on earth. Third, they could build the engine three times as large here with no greater internal weight. And fourth, the whole planet's nearly level. Right, Putz?" The engineer nodded. "Ja! Der shteam engine it iss sieben-und zwanzig twenty-seven times so effective here."
Leo Putz, Adolf Muenzer, Fritz Erler, are the leaders of the group, although Alex Salzmann and Ferdinand Spiegel were Erler's collaborators in the famous Wiesbaden frescoes which offended the taste of the Kaiser.
"Well," resumed Jarvis, "this city was one of the relay stations to boost the flow. Their power plant was the only one of the giant buildings that seemed to serve any useful purpose, and that was worth seeing. I wish you'd seen it, Karl; you'll have to make what you can from our pictures. It's a sun-power plant!" Harrison and Putz stared. "Sun-power!" grunted the captain. "That's primitive!"
Hence there was little fighting the next two days. On April 30, 1915, however, General Putz attacked the Germans with so much force that they were hurled back an appreciable distance near Pilkem. Seven machine guns and 200 prisoners were taken, and the 214th, 215th, and 216th German regiments lost more than 1,000 men.
Again, I have vague visions of a dead Schopenhauer, seated in the corner of the sofa, with his pet poodle, Putz, howling at his master's ghastly white features, with his Indian Oupnekhat lying on his rigid knee, and his gilded statuette of Gotama Buddha grinning at him from the mantelpiece, welcoming him to Nirwána.
He hesitated. "I wonder how you chaps will take this," he muttered. "Naturally, everybody likes his own system best." He frowned. "Look here on the earth we have three types of society, haven't we? And there's a member of each type right here. Putz lives under a dictatorship an autocracy. Leroy's a citizen of the Sixth Commune in France. Harrison and I are Americans, members of a democracy.
But the cognac seemed to work, and so, after I'd done one other thing I wanted to do, we came back here and that's all." "All, is it?" queried Harrison. "So you've solved all the mysteries of Mars, eh?" "Not by a damned sight!" retorted Jarvis. "Plenty of unanswered questions are left." "Ja!" snapped Putz. "Der evaporation dot iss shtopped how?" "In the canals?
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