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Nelsen had his own sneering tone of mockery. He used it to best advantage but with fear in his heart. Plenty of his act was only counter-bluff. But now, as he paused, he heard Two-and-Two Baines' mournful voice continue the barrage of persuasion. "Flowers, Parnay? We ain't got many, yet.
"I had to bubb all the way from Mercury to Post One to get your location from Art, Frankie," he complained. "Cripes why didn't anybody ever try to beam Gimp and me, anymore? Solar radiation ain't that hard to get past... So I had to come sneak a look for myself, to see what the Big Deal on the grapevine is." "We left the back door unlatched for you, Two-and-Two," Nelsen laughed.
Three hundred grenadiers opened the march; after them, three hundred priests, in sacerdotal costume; walking two-and-two, singing hymns. All the Crowns and Orders, above mentioned by me, were carried by high Dignitaries of the Court, walking in single file, each a chamberlain behind him.
I will instance one occasion. Having one day got leave from the delegates of our ship, while we lay off Sheerness, to go on shore, I landed at the dockyard. I found, as I passed through it, that I was followed by the whole body of delegates, walking two-and-two in procession, Parker and Davis leading, arm-in-arm.
Seeking the lifting thread of magical romance again, Frank Nelsen looked up at the ribbed canvas top of the truck. "Covered wagon," he said. "Sure Indians boom-boom," Two-and-Two chuckled, brightening. "Wild West... Yeah wild that's a word I kind of like." Up ahead, in the other truck, Ramos and Charlie Reynolds had begun to sing a funny and considerably ribald song.
Baines, George?" "Here!" Two-and-Two responded, loud and plain in Frank Nelsen's phone, from the other rocket. "Hines, Walter?" One by one the names were called... "Kuzak, Arthur?... Kuzak, Joseph?..." "Okay the Mystic Nine, eh? Lash down!" They lay on their backs on the padded floors, and fastened the straps. Gimp Hines, next to Frank, seemed to have discarded his crutches, somewhere.
"But I can't see myself as any leader, either. Talk about it to me tomorrow, if you still feel like it. Right now I want to sweat out a few things for myself alone." "Of course, Frankie." And Two-and-Two was gone. Frank Nelsen looked upward, over the lighted street. There was no Moon site of many enterprises, these days in the sky, now. Old Jupiter rode in the south.
Blinking and squinting, he would wiggle his fingers. "I can still see 'em to count!" he would moan. "Thanks, all you good people, for coaching me in my math." "Think nothing of it," Charlie Reynolds or David Lester, or most any of the others, would tell him. Two-and-Two hadn't come near Frank Nelsen very much, during the last few days, though Frank had tried to be friendly.
Two-and-Two was a bricklayer, a good beginning for a construction man. That seems to be paying off, as colonists move in. Gimp is setting up solar power stations." "Encouraging information, for once. Here's a hard one Jig Hollis. The real intelligent man who stayed home. I've envied him for years." "Hmmm yes, Frank. Intelligent, maybe but he never quite believed it, himself.
Frank wasn't much farther behind. The Kuzaks were likewise doing all right. Two-and-Two was trailing some, but not very badly. "Spin 'em!" Gimp shouted. "Don't forget to spin 'em for centrifuge-gravity and stability!" And so they did, each gripping the rigging at their bubb rims, and using the minute but accumulative thrust of the shoulder ionics of their Archers, to provide the push.
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