"Me? A little over two hundred.""Close to two twenty, I"d judge. Les, what do you weigh?"

"One twenty-six."

"Bob, design the ship for a net load of one hundred and twenty-six pounds."

"Huh? Now wait a minute, Mr. Harriman-"

"Shut up! If I can"t learn to be a pilot in six weeks, neither can you."

"But I"ve got the mathematics and the basic knowledge to-"

"Shut up I said! Les has spent as long learning his profession as you have learning yours. Can he become an engineer in six weeks? Then what gave you the conceit to think that you can learn his job in that time?

I"m not going to have you wrecking my ship to satisfy your swollen ego. Anyhow, you gave out the real key to it when you were discussing the design. The real limiting factor is the actual weight of the pa.s.senger or pa.s.sengers, isn"t it? Everything-everything works in proportion to that one ma.s.s. Right?"

"Yes, but-"

"Right or wrong?"

"Well... yes, that"s right. I just wanted-"

"The smaller man can live on less water, he breathes less air, he occupies less s.p.a.ce. Les goes."

Harriman walked over and put a hand on Coster"s shoulder. "Don"t take it hard, son. It can"t be any worse on you than it is on me. This trip has got to succeed-and that means you and I have got to give up the honor of being the first man on the Moon. But I promise you this: we"ll go on the second trip, we"ll go with Les as our private chauffeur. It will /.

be the first of a lot of pa.s.senger trips. Look, Bob-you can be a big man in this game, if you"ll play along now. How would you like to be chief engineer of the first lunar colony?"

Coster managed to grin. "It might not be so bad."

"You"d like it. Living on the Moon will be an engineering problem; you and I have talked about it. How"d you like to put your theories to work? Build the first city? Build the big observatory we"ll found there?

Look around and know that you were the man who had done it?"

Coster was definitely adjusting himself to it. "You make it sound good. Say, what will you be doing?"

"Me? Well, maybe I"ll be the first mayor of Luna City." It was a new thought to him; he savored it. "The Honorable Delos David Harriman, Mayor of Luna City. Say, I like that! You know, I"ve never held any sort of public office; I"ve just owned things." He looked around. "Everything settled?"

"I guess so," Coster said slowly. Suddenly he stuck his hand out at Le-Croix. "You fly her, Les; I"ll build her."

LeCroix grabbed his hand. "It"s a deal. And you and the Boss get busy and start making plans for the next job-big enough for all of us."

"Right!"Harriman put his hand on top of theirs. "That"s the way I like to hear you talk. We"ll stick together and we"ll found Luna City together."

"I think we ought to call it "Harriman," LeCroix said seriously.

"Nope, I"ve thought of it as Luna City ever since I was a kid; Luna City it"s going to be. Maybe we"ll put Harriman Square in the middle of it," he added.

"I"ll mark it that way in the plans," agreed Coster, Harriman left at once. Despite the solution he was terribly depressed and did not want his two colleagues to see it. It had been a Pyrrhic victory; he had saved the enterprise but he felt like an animal who has gnawed off his own leg to escape a trap.

CHAPTER EIGHT.

STRONG WAS ALONE in the offices of the partnership when he got a call from Dixon. "George, I was looking for D.D. Is he there?"

"No, he"s back in Washington-something about clearances. I expect him back soon."

"Hmmm... Entenza and I want to see him. We"re coming over."

They arrived shortly. Entenza was quite evidently very much worked up over something; Dixon looked sleekly impa.s.sive as usual. After greetings Dixon waited a moment, then said, "Jack, you had some business to transact, didn"t you?"

Entenza jumped, then s.n.a.t.c.hed a draft from his pocket.

"Oh, yes! George, I"m not going to have to pro-rate after all. Here"s my payment to bring my share up to full payment to date."

Strong accepted it. "I know that Delos will be pleased." He tucked it in a drawer.

"Well," said Dixon sharply, "aren"t you going to receipt for it?"

"If Jack wants a receipt. The cancelled draft will serve." However, Strong wrote out a receipt without further comment; Entenza accepted it.

They waited a while. Presently Dixon said, "George, you"re in this pretty deep, aren"t you?"

"Possibly."

"Want to hedge your bets?"

"How?"

"Well, candidly, I want to protect myself. Want to sell one half of one percent of your share?"

Strong thought about it. In fact he was worried-worried sick. The presence of Dixon"s auditor had forced them to keep on a cash basis-and only Strong knew how close to the line that had forced the partners. "Why do you want it?"

"Oh, I wouldn"t use it to interfere with Delos"s operations. He"s our man; we"re backing him. But I would feel a lot safer if I had the right to call a halt if he tried to commit us to something we couldn"t payfor. You know Delos; he"s an incurable optimist. We ought to have some sort of a brake on him."

Strong thought about it. The thing that hurt him was that he agreed with everything Dixon said; he had stood by and watched while Delos dissipated two fortunes, painfully built up through the years. D.D. no longer seemed to care. Why, only this morning he had refused even to look at a report on the H & S automatic household switch-after dumping it on Strong.

Dixon leaned forward. "Name a price, George. I"ll be generous."

Strong squared his stooped shoulders. "I"ll sell-"

"Good!"

"-if Delos okays it. Not otherwise."

Dixon muttered something. Entenza snorted. The conversation might have gone acrimoniously further, had not Harriman walked in.

No one said anything about the proposal to Strong. Strong inquired about the trip; Harriman pressed a thumb and finger together. "All in the groove! But it gets more expensive to do business in Washington every day." He turned to the others. "How"s tricks? Any special meaning to the a.s.semblage? Are we in executive session?"

Dixon turned to Entenza. "Tell him, Jack."

Entenza faced Harriman. "What do you mean by selling television rights?"

Harriman c.o.c.ked a brow. "And why not?"

"Because you promised them to me, that"s why. That"s the original agreement; I"ve got it in writing."

"Better take another look at the agreement, Jack. And don"t go off half-c.o.c.ked. You have the exploitation rights for radio, television, and other amus.e.m.e.nt and special feature ventures in connection with the first trip to the Moon. You"ve still got "em. Including broadcasts from the ship, provided we are able to make any." He decided that this was not a good time to mention that weight considerations had already made the latter impossible; the Pioneer would carry no electronic equipment of any sort not needed in astrogation. "What I sold was the franchise to erect a television station on the Moon, later. By the way, it wasn"t even an exclusive franchise, although Clem Haggerty thinks it is. If you want to buy one yourself, we can accommodate you."

"Buy it! Why you-"

"Wups! Or you can have it free, if you can get Dixon and George to agree that you are ent.i.tled to it. I won"t be a tightwad. Anything else?"

Dixon cut in. "Just where do we stand now, Delos?"

"Gentlemen, you can take it for granted that the Pioneer will leave on schedule-next Wednesday. And now, if you will excuse me, I"m on my way to Peterson Field."

After he had left his three a.s.sociates sat in silence for some time, Entenza muttering to himself, Dixon apparently thinking, and Strong just waiting. Presently Dixon said, "How about that fractional share, George?"

"You didn"t see fit to mention it to Delos.""I see." Dixon carefully deposited an ash. "He"s a strange man, isn"t he?"

Strong shifted around. "Yes."

"How long have you known him?"

"Let me see-he came to work for me in-"

"He worked for you?"

"For several months. Then we set up our first company." Strong thought back about it. "I suppose he had a power complex, even then."

"No," Dixon said carefully. "No, I wouldn"t call it a power complex. It"s more of a Messiah complex."

Entenza looked up. "He"s a crooked son of a b.i.t.c.h, that"s what he is!"

Strong looked at him mildly. "I"d rather you wouldn"t talk about him that way. I"d really rather you wouldn"t."

"Stow it, Jack," ordered Dixon. "You might force George to take a poke at you. One of the odd things about him," went on Dixon, "is that he seems to be able to inspire an almost feudal loyalty. Take yourself.

I know you are cleaned out, George-yet you won"t let me rescue you. That goes beyond logic; it"s personal."

Strong nodded. "He"s an odd man. Sometimes I think he"s the last of the Robber Barons."

Dixon shook his head. "Not the last. The last of them opened up the American West. He"s the first of the new Robber Barons-and you and I won"t see the end of it. Do you ever read Carlyle?"

Strong nodded again. "I see what you mean, the "Hero" theory, but I don"t necessarily agree with it."

"There"s something to it, though," Dixon answered. "Truthfully, I don"t think Delos knows what he is doing. He"s setting up a new imperialism.

There"ll be the devil to pay before it"s cleaned up." He stood up. "Maybe we should have waited.

Maybe we should have balked him-if we could have. Well, it"s done. We"re on the merry-go-round and we can"t get off. I hope we enjoy the ride. Come on, Jack."

CHAPTER NINE.

THE COLORADO PRAIRIE was growing dusky. The Sun was behind the peak and the broad white face of Luna, full and round, was rising in the east. In the middle of Peterson Field the Pioneer thrust toward the sky. A barbed-wire fence, a thousand yards from its base in all directions, held back the crowds. Just inside the barrier guards patrolled restlessly. More guards circulated through the crowd.

Inside the fence, close to it, trunks and trailers for camera, sound, and television equipment were parked and, at the far ends of cables, remote-control pick-ups were located both near and far from the ship on all sides. There were other trucks near the ship and a stir of organized activity.

Harriman waited in Coster"s office; Coster himself was out on the field, and Dixon and Entenza had a room to themselves. LeCroix, still in a drugged sleep, was in the bedroom of Coster"s on-the-job living quarters.

There was a stir and a challenge outside the door. Harriman opened it a crack. "If that"s another reporter, tell him "no." Send him to Mr. Montgomery across the way. Captain LeCroix will grant nounauthorized interviews."

"Delos! Let me in."

"Oh-you, George. Come in. We"ve been hounded to death."

Strong came in and handed Harriman a large and heavy handbag. "Here it is."

"Here is what?"

"The cancelled covers for the philatelic syndicate. You forgot them. That"s half a million dollars, Delos,"

he complained. "If I hadn"t noticed them in your coat locker we"d have been in the soup."

Harriman composed his features. "George, you"re a brick, that"s what you are."

"Shall I put them in the ship myself?" Strong said anxiously.

"Huh? No, no. Les will handle them." He glanced at his watch. "We"re about to waken him. I"ll take charge of the covers." He took the bag and added, "Don"t come in now. You"ll have a chance to say goodbye on the field."

Harriman went next door, shut the door behind him, waited for the nurse to give the sleeping pilot a counteracting stimulant bj? injection, then chased her out. When he turned around the pilot was sitting up, rubbing his eyes. "How do you feel, Les?"

"Fine. So this is it."

"Yup. And we"re all rooting for you, boy. Look, you"ve got to go out and face them in a couple of minutes. Everything is ready-but I"ve got a couple of things I"ve got to say to you."

"Yes?"