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A five-year contract hmm that would the seventy-five thousand. The banks couldn't turn him down if he had that much cash collateral. Kennon chuckled wryly. He'd better get the job before he started spending the money he didn't have. He had 231 credits plus a few halves, tenths, and hundredths, a diploma in veterinary medicine, some textbooks, a few instruments, and a first-class spaceman's ticket.
Tom laughed and shook hands with the elderly spaceman. "Yes, sir," he said. "But you could hardly call Astro a monkey!" "More along the lines of a Venusian gorilla, if you ask me!" snorted McKenny. The short, squat spaceman's eyes twinkled. "I've been hearing some mighty fine things about you three space bongos, Tommy.
"Cut nose braking rockets!" ordered Tom. There was a sudden hush that seemed to be as loud as the noise of the rockets. The huge passenger ship, Lady Venus, was traveling through space as silent as a ghost. "Nine thousand five hundred feet a second," yelled Roger. "Stand by, Astro, Roger! Hang on tight, and spaceman's luck!" "Ten thousand feet a second!" Roger's voice was a hoarse scream.
"If you're that close, go to her aid in the Polaris. You're nearer than any Solar Guard patrol ship and you can do just as much." "Right, sir," replied Steve. "I'll report as soon as I get any news. End transmission!" "Spaceman's luck, end transmission!" said the commander. "Have you got a course for us, Roger?" asked Strong. "Yes, sir!" "Then let's get out of here.
"Hope it's in our favor, sir," suggested Mason. He was shorter than Loring and, seated, his feet hardly reached the floor. His eyes darted nervously about the huge room, and he kept rolling a dirty black spaceman's cap in his hands. "Yes, I've reached a decision," said Strong slowly. He faced the two men and looked at both of them with a steady cold stare.
With the establishment of the Spaceman's Code a hundred years before, firm rules and regulations for space flight had been instituted. Disobedience to any part of the code was punishable by suspension of papers and forfeiture of the right to blast off.
"I got in the shuttle, thought it went to the Base; I'd learned my trade; there I'd take my place Safely on Earth; but I found me in space I'd went where I wasn't going!" "What's that song?" asked Ishie of the spaceman. "Oh, that's just 'The Spaceman's Lament. You make it up as you go along." His voice grew louder, taking the minor, wailing key at a volume the others could hear.
After having abandoned the jet truck, Tom had moved through the glittering city of Marsport carefully, keeping to the dark alleys and shadows. Gradually he had worked his way back to the area around Sloppy Sam's where, for a few credits, he had been able to buy a merchant spaceman's clothes with no questions asked. He buried his cadet uniform in the loose ground near a construction project.
"Forget it," shot back the other. "He won't break his spaceman's oath. Not Shinny." He got up. "Come on, Mason. We haven't got much time before the Annie Jones blasts off." "What are we gonna do?" the shorter man wanted to know. "Stow away on the cargo deck. Then, when we get out into space, we dump the pilots and head for Tara, for our first load of copper." "But a job like this'll take money!"
"There are other applicants for this post," Alexander said. "Then get one of them. I wouldn't be interested." "A spaceman's ticket is a good thing to have," Alexander said idly. "It's a useful ace in the hole. Besides, you have had three other job offers all of which are good even though they don't pay fifteen Ems a year." Kennon did a quick double take.
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