Dixon looked him in the eye. "Delos, I can"t let you go at all."Harriman was too startled to talk at first. At last he managed to say, "Don"t joke, Dan. I"m going. You can"t stop me. Nothing on Earth can stop me."
Dixon shook his head. "I can"t permit it, Delos. I"ve got too much sunk in this. If you go and anything happens to you, I lose it all."
"That"s silly. You and George would just carry on, that"s all."
"Ask George."
Strong had nothing to say. He did not seem anxious to meet Harriman"s eyes. Dixon went on, "Don"t try to kid your way out of it, Delos. This venture is you and you are this venture. If you get killed, the whole thing folds up. I don"t say s.p.a.ce travel folds up; I think you"ve already given that a boost that will carry it along even with lesser men in your shoes. But as for this venture-our company-it will fold up. George and I will have to liquidate at about half a cent on the dollar. It would take sale of patent rights to get that much. The tangible a.s.sets aren"t worth anything."
"d.a.m.n it, it"s the intangibles we sell. You knew that all along."
"You are the intangible a.s.set, Delos. You are the goose that lays the golden eggs. I want you to stick around until you"ve laid them. You must not risk your neck in s.p.a.ce flight until you have this thing on a profit-making basis, so that any competent manager, such as George or myself, thereafter can keep it solvent. I mean it, Delos. I"ve got too much in it to see you risk it in a joy ride."
Harriman stood up and pressed his fingers down on the edge of his desk. He was breathing hard. "You can"t stop me!" he said slowly and forcefully. "Not all the forces of heaven or h.e.l.l can stop me."
Dixon answered quietly, "I"m sorry, Delos. But I can stop you and I will. I can tie up that ship out there."
"Try it! I own as many lawyers as you do-and better ones!"
"I think you will find that you are not as popular in American courts as you once were-not since the United States found out it didn"t own the Moon after all."
"Try it, I tell you. I"ll break you and I"ll take your shares away from you, too."
"Easy, Delos! I"ve no doubt you have some scheme whereby vou could milk the basic company right away from George and me if you decided to. But it won"t be necessary. Nor will it be necessary to tie up the ship. I want the flight to take place as much as you do. But you won"t be on it, because you will decide not to go."
"I will, eh? Do I look crazy from where you sit?"
"No, on the contrary."
"Then why won"t I go?"
"Because of your note that I hold. I want to collect it."
"What? There"s no due date."
"No. But I want to be sure to collect it."
"Why, you dumb fool, if I get killed you collect it sooner than ever.""Do I? You are mistaken, Delos. If you are killed-on a flight to the Moon-I collect nothing. I know; I"ve checked with every one of the companies underwriting you. Most of them have escape clauses covering experimental vehicles that date back to early aviation. In any case all of them will cancel and fight it out in court if you set foot inside that ship."
"You put them up to this!"
"Calm down, Delos. You"ll be bursting a blood vessel. Certainly I queried them, but I was legitimately looking after my own interests. I don"t want to collect on that note-not now, not by your death. I want you to pay it back out of your own earnings, by staying here and nursing this company through till it"s stable."
Harriman chucked his cigar, almost unsmoked and badly chewed, at a waste basket. He missed. "I don"t give a hoot if you lose on it. If you hadn"t stirred them up, they"d have paid without a quiver."
"But it did dig up a weak point in your plans, Delos. If s.p.a.ce travel is to be a success, insurance will have to reach out and cover the insured anywhere."
"Confound it, one of them does now-N. A. Mutual."
"I"ve seen their ad and I"ve looked over what they claim to offer. It"s just window dressing, with the usual escape clause. No, insurance will have to be revamped, all sorts of insurance."
Harriman looked thoughtful. "I"ll look into it. George, call Kamens. Maybe we"ll have to float our own company."
"Never mind Kamens," objected Dixon. "The point is you can"t go on this trip. You have too many details of that sort to watch and plan for and nurse along."
Harriman looked back at him. "You haven"t gotten it through your head, Dan, that I"m going/ Tie up the ship if you can. If you put sheriffs around it, I"ll have goons there to toss them aside."
Dixon looked pained. "I hate to mention this point, Delos, but I am afraid you will be stopped even if I drop dead."
"How?"
"Your wife."
"What"s she got to do with it?"
"She"s ready to sue for separate maintenance right now-she"s found out about this insurance thing.
When she hears about this present plan, she"ll force you into court and force an accounting of your a.s.sets."
"You put her up to it!"
Dixon hesitated. He knew that Entenza had spilled the beans to Mrs. Harriman-maliciously. Yet there seemed no point in adding to a personal feud. "She"s bright enough to have done some investigating on her own account. I won"t deny I"ve talked to her-but she sent for me."
"I"ll fight both of you!" Harriman stomped to a window, stood looking out-it was a real window; he liked to look at the sky.
Dixon came over and put a hand on his shoulder, saying softly, "Don"t take it this way, Delos. n.o.body"strying to keep you from your dream. But you can"t go just yet; you can"t let us down. We"ve stuck with you this far; you owe it to us to stick with us until it"s done."
Harriman did not answer; Dixon went on, "If you don"t feel any loyalty toward me, how about ^George?
He"s stuck with you against me, when it hurt him, when he thought you were ruining him-and you surely were, unless you finish this job. How about George, Delos? Are you going to let him down, too?"
Harriman swung around, ignoring Dixon and facing Strong. "What about it, George? Do you think I should stay behind?"
Strong rubbed his hands and chewed his lip. Finally he looked up. "It"s all right with me, Delos. You do what you think is best."
Harriman stood looking at him for a long moment, his face working as if he were going to cry. Then he said huskily, "Okay, you rats. Okay. I"ll stay behind."
CHAPTER FOURTEEN.
IT WAS ONE OF THOSE GLORIOUS EVENINGS so common in the Pikes Peak region, after a day in which the sky has been well scrubbed by thunderstorms. The track of the catapult crawled in a straight line up the face of the mountain, whole shoulders having been carved away to permit it. At the temporary s.p.a.ce port, still raw from construction, Harriman, in company with visiting notables, was saying good-bye to the pa.s.sengers and crew of the Mayflower.
The crowds came right up to the rail of the catapult. There was no need to keep them back from the ship; the jets would not blast until she was high over the peak. Only the ship itself was guarded, the ship and the gleaming rails.
Dixon and Strong, together for company and mutual support, hung back at the edge of the area roped off for pa.s.sengers and officials. They watched Harriman jollying those about to leave: "Good-bye, Doctor.
Keep an eye on him, Janet. Don"t let him go looking for Moon Maidens." They saw him engage Coster in private conversation, then clap the younger man on the back.
"Keeps his chin up, doesn"t he?" whispered Dixon.
"Maybe we should have let him go," answered Strong.
"Eh? Nonsense! We"ve got to have him. Anyway, his place in history is secure."
"He doesn"t care about history," Strong answered seriously, "he just wants to go to the Moon."
"Well, confound it-he can go to the Moon... as soon as he gets his job done. After all, it"s his job. He made it."
"I know."
Harriman turned around, saw them, started toward them. They shut up. "Don"t duck," he said jovially.
"It"s all right. I"ll go on the next trip. By then I plan to have it running itself. You"ll see." He turned back toward the Mayflower. "Quite a sight, isn"t she?"
The outer door was closed; ready lights winked along the track and from the control tower. A siren sounded.
Harriman moved a step or two closer."There she goes/"
It was a shout from the whole crowd. The great ship started slowly, softly up the track, gathered speed, and shot toward the distant peak. She was already tiny by the time she curved up the face and burst into the sky.
She hung there a split second, then a plume of light exploded from her tail. Her jets had fired.
Then she was a shining light in the sky, a ball of flame, then-nothing. She was gone, upward and outward, to her rendezvous with her tankers.
The crowd had pushed to the west end of the platform as the ship swarmed up the mountain. Harriman had stayed where he was, nor had Dixon and Strong followed the crowd. The three were alone, Harriman most alone for he did not seem aware that the others were near him. He was watching the sky.
Strong was watching him. Presently Strong barely whispered to Dixon, "Do you read the Bible?"
"Some."
"He looks as Moses must have looked, when he gazed out over the promised land."
Harriman dropped his eyes from the sky and saw them. "You guys still here?" he said. "Come on-there"s work to be done."
MAGIC CITY.
by Nelson S. Bond
CHAPTER ONE.
OUT OF THE SWEET, dark emptiness of sleep there was a pressure on her arm and a voice whispering an urgent plea.
"Rise, O Mother! O Mother, rise and come quickly!"
Meg woke with a start. The little sleep-imp in her brain stirred fretfully, resentful of being thus rudely banished. He made one last effort to hold Meg captive, tossing a mist of slumber-dust into her eyes, but Meg shook her head resolutely. The sleep-imp, sulky, forced her lips open in a great gape, climbed from her mouth, and sped away.
Sullen shadows lingered in the corners of the hoam, but the windows were gray-limned with approaching dawn. Meg glanced at the cot beside her own, where Daiv, her mate, lay in undisturbed rest. His tawny mane was tousled, and on his lips hovered the memory of a smile. His face was curiously, endearingly boyish, but the bronzed arms and shoulders that lay exposed were the arms and shoulders of a fighting man.
"Quickly, O Mother-"
Meg said, "Peace, Jain; I come." She spoke calmly, gravely, as befitted the matriarch of the Jinnia Clan, but a thin, cold fear-thought touched her heart. So many were the duties of a Mother; so many and so painful. Meg the Priestess had not guessed the troubles that lay beyond the days of her novitiate. Now the aged, kindly tribal Mother was dead; into Meg"s firm, white hands had been placed the guidance of her clan"s destiny. It was so great a task, and this-this was the hardest task of all.
She drew a deep breath. "Elnor?" she asked."Yes, Mother. Even now the Evil Ones circle about, seeking to steal the breath from her nostrils. He bides His time, but He is impatient. There is no time to waste."
"I come," said Meg. From a shelf she took a rattle made of a dry gourd wound with the tresses of a virgin; from another a fire-rock, a flaked piece Copyright 1942 by Nelson Bond. Reprinted by permission of the author.
of G.o.d-metal and a strip of parchment upon which a sacred stick, dipped into midnight water, had left its spoor of letters.
These things she touched with reverence, and Jain"s eyes were great with awe. The worker captain shuddered, hid her face in her hands lest the sight of these holy mysteries blind her.
Dry fern rustled. Daiv, eyes heavy-lidded, propped himself up on one elbow.
"What is it, Golden One?"
"Elnor," replied Meg quietly. "He has come to take her. I must do what I can."
Impatience etched tiny lines on Daiv"s forehead.
"With those things, Golden One? I"ve told you time and again, they won"t bother Him-"
"Hush!" Meg made a swift, appeasing gesture lest He, hearing Daiv"s impious words, take offense.
Daiv"s boldness often frightened Meg. He held the G.o.ds in so little awe it was a marvel they let him live.
Of course he came from a sacred place himself, from the Land of the Escape. That might have something to do with it.
She said again, "I must do what I can, Daiv. Come, Jain."
They left the Mother"s hoam, walked swiftly down the deserted walk-avenue. The morning symphony of the birds was in its tune-up stage. The sky was dim, gray, overcast. One hoam was lighted, that of the stricken worker, Elnor.
Meg opened the door, motioned Jain quickly inside, closed the door again behind her that no breath of foul outside air taint the hot, healthy closeness of the sickroom. She noted with approval that the windows had been closed and tightly sealed, that strong-scented ox-grease candles filled the room with their potent, demon-chasing odor.
Yet despite these precautions, the Evil Ones did-as Jain had told-vie for possession of Elnor"s breath.
On a narrow cot in the middle of the room lay the dying worker. Her breath choked, ragged and uneven as the song of the jay. Her cheeks, beneath their coat of tan, were bleached; her eyes were hot coals in murky pockets. Her flesh was dry and harsh; she tossed restlessly, eyes roving as if watching some unseen presence.