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Updated: June 24, 2025
"D n your prayers over that thing! overboard with it, and down to your gun!" roared a wounded Lieutenant. The order was obeyed, and the heart-stricken sailor returned to his post. Tawney's recitals were enough to snap this man-of-war world's sword in its scabbard.
I wouldn't be surprised if a non-company observer might be on board at the time, maybe even a visiting Senator from Earth. For something this big, we can afford to be patient." There was silence in the little scout-ship cabin. The end seemed inevitable. This was a desperate move on Tawney's part.
The contact took forever, even with the ship's powerful emergency boosters. By the time someone at headquarters was reading him, Tawney's report sounded confused.
Here was a chance not to be neglected of learning something about Mephistopheles; so after warming Tawney's heart and opening his lips with a glass of hot whiskey punch, I began: "You've got a new first whip, I see." "Yes, sir, name of Cobbe Paul Cobbe. He comes from the Berkshire country, he do, sir." "But how is it that Rawlings has left? and who is that gentleman he was with to-day?"
For the first few seconds, Greg was certain that they were lost. He stood with his back to the ventilator grill, frozen in his tracks as the fat little company man came in the room. He tried to keep his face blank, but he knew he wasn't succeeding. He saw the puzzled frown form on Tawney's face. The company man motioned the guards into the room, peered suspiciously at Greg and Johnny.
Tawney's smile tightened a little, but he hung onto it. "I always felt close to your father," he said. "All of us at Jupiter Equilateral did. We were all sorry to see him leave." "I bet you were," Greg said, "he was the best mining engineer you ever had. But Dad could never stand liars, or crooked ways of doing business."
"There's got to be something there," Doc said. "You tell me where else to look, and I'll do it." Doc shook his head ominously. "Tawney's not going to like it," he said. "There's no other place it could be...." "Well, at least we have this pair," the other said, jerking a thumb at Greg and Johnny. "They'll know." Doc looked at them darkly. "Yes, and they'll tell, too, or I don't know Tawney."
"There might even be something to show that the accident wasn't an accident," Tom went on. "Something even the Major would have to admit was evidence." Johnny Coombs pursed his lips, looking up at Tom. "Might be," he conceded. "Well, what are we waiting for? We turned Tawney's offer down ... he might be sending a crew out to jump the claim right now." "If he hasn't already," Johnny said.
"But what is it? And where did it come from? It doesn't make sense," Greg protested. "It doesn't make sense the way we've been looking at it," Tom said. "All we've found was some gobbledegook in Dad's private log to tell us what he found ... but it couldn't have been a vein of ore, or Tawney's men would have unearthed it. It had to be something else.
He justified Mr. Tawney's action in voting for the bill and his own in signing it on the ground that "the interests of the country, the interests of the party" required the sacrifice of the accomplishment of certain things in the revision of the tariff which had been hoped for, "in order to maintain party solidity," which he believed to be much more important than the reduction of rates in one or two schedules of the tariff.
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