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                       scjen ce-fictio n  leagues-the kind  of  boys   to  risk  his  life  doing  what  he  really   shortstop.   I'm  alway:- lturti11g-  that   " .\ i11'1  ll(lt lii11'  t11  :--t'L'  ~l'::  tht·  lil.l--~
                       ihat  t ho ught  t he re  was  m ~re  romanc_e   wants  to  do .. ,                            finger."                             hick:- it.  .\ -.  , 11t•11  :i:-- \\l'  h11ild  up c111111g'
                       in  o n e  issue  of  the  E lectr1cal  E x pen -  ''All the  same, I  don't  feel  right about   '·Get  Pop  into  tile  cabin ...  ~lac  nit   :-pc~·cl  to  cua,t  up  t••  thl·  \·l  ,ll\!._!l'  u \ L·r
                       m r ntl',.  than  in  a ll  the  books  Dumas ever   it.  H e's  such  a  swell  old  duck.''   him  hort  ··and stra1) lti111  int,,  hi:- ha111-  (1011  .   ( ·11  n10,·l·  , ,n1.   .   Tl·II  ,  till  \\ 'tat .
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                       wrote.    \\'e  did n ·t  wan t  to  be  one  of   ''Then  what  d'yuh  want  to  do  with     mock."                               1 ·11  .,in:  , ·1111  a  :-kl'P.'  pill. and  tliL·t1  ",l  l:
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                       Horatio  A lger 's  get-rich  hcr<?es,  either;   him- send  him  back  to  Kansas  City  so     "Aye,  aye. skipper."              ,·uu  w ltl'II  \\T  l'l11  Lill'  Jl'I--.
                       w e  w anted  to  builcl  spaceships.  \ Vell,   those  old  harpies  can  hut  him  up  in  a   They  taxied  on  the  a11xiliary  111ut11r   "~o !"
                       so m e  of  u s  d id ."                     laughing  academy till he dies of a broken        out  of  the  hangar,  turned.  and  :-tarted   " l fu ll?"
                          .. Gosh ,  Pop,  you  make  it  sound  ex-
                         .  .  .                                    heart?"                                           out across  the  desert plain  to  fine.I  elbow   " l '11  stay  :iw:il..:l' . ..   ,   ..
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                       citing .        .  .         .   Th'  l        "N-110-0-0- not that."                          room  for  the  take-off.   ~k lntyrc  saw   .. T 11:-1  as  you  :--a Y,   1 up.
                          •'Jt  w a s  excn 1ng,  Cha1·!1e.   1s  ,as   " Get out  there,  and  make  your set-up     the deputy  from  his  starboard  co1111i11g   :ltarlie  io11ght  hi:- way  up  to .1 hl·  nu:-1..•
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                        b  een   a   ,., 0 11 cie rf u l.  romantic  century,  for   for  those  test  runs.  I'll  be  along."   port.   He  ,rn.  staring  cli:-co11solatcly   of  the  s hip.  and·  liral·1..•d  lt_im:-l'it  nn  th.:
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                        a ll  o f  its  bad  pornts.   A n   ~t_s  grown                                              aher them.                           rri111bab  ui  the  pilot·::- cha1i-.   :\ k  lt1t) r ,
                        ,  o re  w o nderful and m o re  exc1tmg every
                        1 1                                           A  W IDE-TIRED  desert  runabout  rolled          McIntyre fastened  hi  :;aiety  belt.  set-  ~ucstio11ed  hi111  " :ith  hi~  c~ c~. ..   .   .. .
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                        year.  ~ o.  I  <li~n  t  want  to  e  n c 1 ;   ~nto the  ranch-yar_d  gate the  next morn-  tled  his  corset,  and  spoke  into  the  c11-  " Ycalt.  It  ·s  alt,·c  all  ng-ht.   l  hat 11~
                        jus t  wanted  to  live  long  enough. to  see   m g  and  stopped  m  front  o(  the  house.   ginc-roo111  speaking  Lube.   '· /\11  set.   told  hi111.  " but  he·:- in  bad  ~hapc.
                        men  rise  u p  to  the  stars,  and,  1{  God   A  heavy-set man with  a firm, but kindly,   Charlie?"                              '·How  bad~ ..
                        w as  Q'ood  to  me,  to  go  as  far  as  the   face  climbed  out and spoke to McIntyre,     "All set, skipper.  But  you can't rai e   " Couple  of  cracl..:t·cl  ril>:-.  :1ny~io,~ ·   ~
                        j\,1 oo1~  m yself.''   H e  carefully  deposited   who  approached  to  meet  him.           ship yet, Mac.  Slie ai11 ·1 11a111f d('   don't  know  what  tl:-c.   l_  d o n  l, kno~:
                        an  inch  of  white  a sh  in  a.  saucer.  " It   "You  J ames  McIntyre ?''                  '·No time  for  your  superstit ions !''   whether he'll  last  o11t  the  tr_p.  ::\lac.  ~'-
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                        has been  a  good  life.  I  haven't  any com-  -"What  about it?"                             Harriman's  thin  voice  reached  thc111.   heart  was  pou11cli11g  :-;omcth1_11g  a w fu~:
                        p la ints."                                    "I'm the deputy F ederal marshal here-        "Call  her the L 1111atic.  It's  the only  ap-  " l-Ic'II  last.   hadic._   H e:-;  tou_~h . . .
                           :tvJcTnty r e   pushed   back   his  chair.   abouts.  I  got  a  warrant  for  your  ar-                                         ·'T  o·lt ?  H e:·:;  clcltcatc  a s  a  c.:a11a1}.
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                        " Come o n. Charlie, if  you're  ready."     rest."                                          propriate· name !''                     " I  do11 't  mean  that.   r  e -  o  ~   .
                           '•O.  K ."                                                                                  McIntyre  settled  his  head  into  the   .  ·d    ·I   ·c  it  count:-;.
                                                                       "vVhat's  the  charge?"                       pads, punched two keys. then three 11101:e   down  ins,  c- \\  ic1          .
                           T h ey  a ll  got  u p.   Harriman  started   "Conspiracy to  violate the  Space  P re-                                           " Just  the  s ame.  you ·c1  better  ·et  ltct
                        to  speak ,  then  g r abbed  at  his  chest,  his   cautionary  Act."                       111  rapid  succession,  and  the  L1111at1c   -down awful  easy  if  you  wan t  •~.  grnu nd
                        face  a  dead  g ray-white.                                                                  raised ground.                        with  a  full  complelllent .a board.   .
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                           "Catch  him.  1vfac !"                      Charlie  joined  the  pair.  "What's  up,       ''H  ow  are you,  op .               " I  \\-ill.   I'll  make  one  f u l_l  s wing
                                                                     M ac?"                                            Charlie  searched  the  old  man's  face
                           "Vv' he re's his  medicine ?"               The  deputy  answered.·  "You'd  be                                                around  the  :M oon  and  ease  lte 1_ 1~1  o n  a n
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                           ~'In  his  vest p ocket."                                                                 anxiously.  Harriman  licked  his lips  and   .   l  te  apJ)roach  n ir,·c.   c  ,·e  gor
                                                                     Charles  Cummings,  I  guess.  Warrant          managed  to  speak.  "Doing  fine,  son.   t!l\'O LI     .,
                           They  eased him over to a  couch, broke                                                                                        enoug h  fuc.l,  I  think.
                                                                     here for you.  Got one for a man named          Couldn't  be better.''
                        a  s mall  glass  capsule  in  a  handkerchief,   Harriman, too, and  a  court order to put
                        all(l  held  it  under  his  nose.  The  vola-  seals  on  your  spaceship."                   "The  acceleration  won't  be  so  bad   '   \ VnEN  they  co111111cnce  d  to  coast  in  a  -
                        tile  relea sed  hy  the  cap sule  seemed  to                                               fron,  here  on.  · I'll  unstrap  you  so  you   .  Cl  ·l·e uns luno- the  hammock
                                                                       "We've  no  spaceship."                       can  wiggle aroun~l a  little.  ~ ut  I,,think   free orbit,   ia1  i   b   -  d  ll
                        bring  a  little  color  into  his  face.  They                                                                                            d  Ha rriman.  ha rnmock  a n   a  .
                                                                       " What d'yuh  keep  in that big shed ?"       You'd better stay in  the  hammock.  . He   and move              .  .  d   )
                        d id  w hat  little  they  could  for  him,  then                                                                                        .d     t   l\fcintyre  tut nc   t ,c
                                                                       " Strata yacht."                              tugged  at  buckles.  Harriman  partially
                        w aited  for  him  to  r egain  consciousness.                                                                                    to . a  ~-1  et ; o;r; nsverse  ax is  so  that  the
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                           Charlie  broke  the  uneasy  silence.       "So?  Well, I'll put seals on her  unt1l      repressed a groan.                   ta1  pom  e     '           .  I  .
                                                                                                                                                                .  t  cl  toward  the  S un,  t ien  gave
                        " M ac,  we  ain 't  going through with  this."   a  spaceship comes along.  VVbere's Har-    ''What is it, Pop ?"                a  s 1  ·t blast  on  tv,•o  tangen t1a  Jets  op-
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                                                                     riman?"                                          "Nothing.  Nothing  at  all.  1 ust  go
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                           "vV hy not?''                                                                            easy on that  side."                  pose                  .   •   1   . ·   l
                                                                       " Right in there."  Charlie  obliged  by                                           slowly  about  her  long1tud1_na 1  .  axis,  ~n c
                           ''It's  murder.   He'll  never  stand  up                                                  Charlie  ran  his  fingers  over  the  old
                                                                     pointing,  ignoring  McIntyre's  scowl.                                              thereby  create  a  slig ht  art1fic1al  g ravity.
                        u n d e r  the  initial  acceleration."                                                     man's  side  with  the  sure,  delicate  touch
                                                                       The deputy  turned  his  head.  Charlie      of  a  mechanic.  "You  ain't  foolin'  me   The  initial  weightlessness  w hen  coa s t-
                           " :l\1:aybe  n ot.  but  it's  vd1at  he  wants   couldn't  have  missed  the  button  by  a                                   .  g  commenced  had knotted  the  old  m a n
                        t o  do.  You  h eard  him."                                                                none,  Pop.  But  there  isn't  much  I  can
                                                                     fraction  of  an  inch,  for  the  deputy  col-  do until  we ground.''    ·         ~~ith  the  characteristic  nausea  of  f t'~e
                           ' 'B u t  we  o ug htn 't to  let  him ."   lapsed  quietly  to  the  ground.  Charlie     "Charlie-"                          flight.  and  the  pilot  ,,~ished  t~  sa ~e  his
                           " Why  not ?   It's  neither  your  busi-  stood  over  him,  rubbing  his  knuckles       "Y  p  op.                          pa  Sse n1rer  as  much  d1scom fo1 t  a s  pos-
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                        ness  n o r  the  bu siness  of  this  damn  pa-  and mourning.                               "Can't  I  move  to  a  port?  I  want  to   sible.                      .
                         terna listic  governmen t  to  tell  a  man  not   " That's  the  fing'er  I  broke  playing   watch  he  Earth.''                 But Harriman  was not concerned  \n th
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