"Be more respectful while addressing high-ranking officers!"
The prisoner"s mild blue eyes turned upon him in childish amazement, examined him slowly from feet to head and all the way down again. The eyes drifted back to the amba.s.sador.
"Who is this preposterous person?"
Dismissing the question with an impatient wave of his hand, the amba.s.sador said, "See here, it is not our
purpose to bother you from sheer perversity, as you seem to think. Neither do we wish to detain you any
longer than is necessary. All we-"
Pulling at his face-fringe as if to accentuate its offensiveness, the other interjected, "It being you, of course, who determines the length of the necessity?"
"On the contrary, you may decide that yourself," said the amba.s.sador, displaying admirable self-control.
"All you need do is tell-"
"Then I"ve decided it right now," the prisoner chipped in. He tried to heave himself free of his escort.
"Let me go talk to Pete."
"All you need do," the amba.s.sador persisted, "is to tell us where we can find a local official who can put us in touch with your central government." His gaze was stern, commanding, as he added, "For instance, where is the nearest police post?"
"Myob!" said the other.
"The same to you," retorted the amba.s.sador, his patience starting to evaporate.
"That"s precisely what I"m trying to do," a.s.sured the prisoner, enigmatically. "Only you won"t let me."
* * * "If I may make a suggestion, your Excellency," put in Colonel Shelton, "let me-"
"I require no suggestions and I won"t let you," said the amba.s.sador, rapidly becoming brusque. "I have had enough of all this tomfoolery. I think we"ve landed at random in an area reserved for imbeciles and it would be as well to recognize the fact and get out of it with no more delay."
"Now you"re talking," approved Ginger Whiskers. "And the farther the better."
"I"m not thinking of leaving this planet if that"s what is in your incomprehensible mind," a.s.serted the
amba.s.sador, with much sarcasm. He stamped a proprietary foot on the turf. "This is part of the Earth Empire. As such, it is going to be recognized, charted and organized.""Heah, heah!" put in the senior civil servant, who aspired to honors in elocution.His Excellency threw a frown behind, went on, "We"ll move the ship to some other section where brains are brighter." He signed to the escort. "Let him go. Doubtless he is in a hurry to borrow a razor."
They released their grips. Ginger Whiskers at once turned toward the still-plowing farmer, much as if he were a magnetized needle irresistibly drawn Peteward. Without a word he set off at his original
mooching pace. Disappointment and disgust showed on the faces of Gleed and Bidworthy as they watched him go.
"Have the vessel shifted at once," the amba.s.sador instructed Captain Grayder. "Plant it near a suitable
town-not out in the wilds where every hayseed views strangers as a bunch of gyps."
He marched importantly up the gangway. Captain Grayder followed, then Colonel Shelton, then the elocutionist. Next, their successors in due order of precedence. Lastly, Gleed and his men.
The gangway rolled inward. The lock closed. Despite its immense bulk, the ship shivered briefly from
end to end and soared without deafening uproar or spectacular display of flame.
Indeed, there was silence save for the plow going chuff-chuff and the murmurings of the two men walking behind it. Neither bothered to turn his head to observe what was happening."Seven pounds of prime tobacco is a whale of a lot to give for one case of brandy," Ginger Whiskers was protesting. "Not for my brandy," said Pete. "It"s stronger than a thousand Gands and smoother than an Earthman"s downfall." * * * The great battleship"s second touchdown was made on a wide flat one mile north of a town estimated to hold twelve to fifteen thousand people. Captain Grayder would have preferred to survey the place from low alt.i.tude before making his landing, but one cannot maneuver an immense s.p.a.ce-going job as if it were an atmospheric tug. Only two things can be done so close to a planetary surface-the ship is taken up or brought down with no room for fiddling betweentimes.
So Grayder b.u.mped his ship in the best spot he could find when finding is a matter of split-second
decisions. It made a rut only twelve feet deep, the ground being harder and on a rock bed. The gangway
was shoved out; the procession descended in the same order as before.
His Excellency cast an antic.i.p.atory look toward the town, registered disappointment and remarked, "Something"s badly out of kilter here. There"s the town. Here"s us in plain view, with a ship like a metal mountain. A thousand people at least must have seen us even if the rest are holding seances behind drawn curtains or playing pinochle in the cellars. Are they excited?"
"It doesn"t seem so," admitted Colonel Shelton, pulling an eyelid for the sake of feeling it spring back.
"I wasn"t asking you. I was telling you. They are not excited. They are not surprised. In fact, they are not
even interested. One would almost think they"ve had a ship here before and it was full of smallpox, or sold them a load of gold bricks, or something like that. What is wrong with them?"
"Possibly they lack curiosity," Shelton offered.
"Either that or they"re afraid. Or maybe the entire gang of them are crackers. A good many worlds were appropriated by woozy groups who wanted some place where their eccentricities could run loose. Nutty notions become conventional after three hundred years of undisturbed continuity. It"s then considered normal and proper to nurse the bats out of your grandfather"s attic. That, and generations of inbreeding, can create some queer types. But we"ll cure "em!"
"Yes, your Excellency, most certainly we will."
"You don"t look so balanced yourself, chasing that eye around your pan," reproved the amba.s.sador. He pointed southeast as Shelton stuck the fidgety hand firmly into a pocket. "There"s a road over there.
Wide and well-built, by the looks of it. Get that patrol across it. If they don"t bring in a willing talker within reasonable time, we"ll send a battalion into the town itself."
"A patrol," repeated Colonel Shelton to Major Hame.
"Call out the patrol," Hame ordered Lieutenant Deacon.
"That patrol again, Sergeant Major," said Deacon.
Bidworthy raked out Gleed and his men, indicated the road, barked a bit, shooed them on their way.
They marched, Gleed in the lead. Their objective was half a mile and angled slightly nearer the town.
The left-hand file, who had a clear view of the nearest suburbs, eyed them wistfully, wished Gleed in
warmer regions with Bidworthy stoking beneath him.
Hardly had they reached their goal than a customer appeared. He came from the town"s outskirts, zooming along at fast pace on a contraption vaguely resembling a motorcycle. It ran on a pair of big rubber b.a.l.l.s and was pulled by a caged fan. Gleed spread his men across the road.
The oncomer"s machine suddenly gave forth a harsh, penetrating sound that vaguely reminded them of Bidworthy in the presence of dirty boots.
"Stay put," warned Gleed. "I"ll skin the guy who gives way and leaves a gap."
Again the shrill metallic warning. n.o.body moved. The machine slowed, came up to them at a crawl and stopped. Its fan continued to spin at low rate, the blades almost visible and giving out a steady hiss.
"What"s the idea?" demanded the rider. He was lean-featured, in his middle thirties, wore a gold ring in
his nose and had a pigtail four feet long.
Blinking incredulously at this get-up, Gleed managed to jerk an indicative thumb toward the iron mountain and say, "Earth ship."
"Well, what d"you expect me to do about it?"
"Co-operate," said Gleed, still bemused by the pigtail. He had never seen one before. It was in no way
effeminate, he decided. Rather did it lend a touch of ferocity like that worn-according to the picture books-by certain North American aborigines of umpteen centuries ago.
"Co-operation," mused the rider. "Now there is a beautiful word. You know what it means, of course?"
"I ain"t a dope."
"The precise degree of your idiocy is not under discussion at the moment," the rider pointed out. His
nose-ring waggled a bit as he spoke. "We are talking about co-operation. I take it you do quite a lot of it yourself?"
"You bet I do," Gleed a.s.sured. "And so does everyone else who knows what"s good for him."
"Let"s keep to the subject, shall we? Let"s not sidetrack and go rambling all over the map." He revved up his fan a little then let it slow down again. "You are given orders and you obey them?"
"Of course. I"d have a rough time if-"
"That is what you call co-operation?" put in the other. He shrugged his shoulders, indulged a resigned