lives to the protection of humanity, but if you"ll look at the current pay scale you"ll see that there"s no
profit motive."
"There"s nothing wrong with taking a profit. Where would the human race be today if n.o.body wanted a profit? We"d be living in gra.s.s huts back on old Terra, just like these Langri natives. There"s a good example of a nonprofit society. I suppose you"d like that."
"It doesn"t look so bad to me," Vorish murmured.
But Wembling did not hear him. He whirled and darted away, sputtering an unbelievably pungent profanity. A native, dashing in from nowhere, had attached himself to a girder that was about to be
swung aloft. Workmen were valiantly striving to remove him-gently. The native clung stubbornly.
Work stopped until he was pried loose and carried away.
Lieutenant Smith came up in time to see the drama carried to its comical conclusion.
"What do they expect to gain?" Vorish said.
"Time," Smith said. "Didn"t you hear what that native said? They need time for the Plan-whatever that
means."
"Maybe they"re planning some kind of a ma.s.sive uprising."
"I doubt it. They seem to be essentially a peaceful people."
"I wish them luck," Vorish said. "This Wembling is a tough customer. He"s a self-activated power unit. I
wonder how his weight holds up, the way he tears around keeping things humming."
"Maybe he eats all night. Want to look over the sentry layout?"
They turned away. In the distance they heard Wembling, his voice high-pitched with excitement, getting the work going again. A moment later he caught up with them and walked jauntily along beside Vorish.
"If you"d put in the kind of defense line I want," he said, "I wouldn"t have that trouble."
Vorish did not reply. It was obvious that Wembling was going out of his way to avoid injuring the natives, but Vorish doubted that his motives were humanitarian. Inept handling of the native problem might embarra.s.s him in some future court test.
On the other hand, Wembling was not worried in the least about the s.p.a.ce Navy"s injuring the natives.
The blame for that action could not possibly fall upon him. He had demanded that Vorish erect an electronic barrier that would incinerate any native attempting to pa.s.s.
"At the very worst," Vorish said, "the natives are only a minor nuisance."
"They haven"t got much for weapons," Wembling said. "But they have enough to cut throats, and there"s
a h.e.l.l of a lot of natives in this place if they all decide to come at me at once. And then, their mucking about the project is slowing things down. I want "em kept out."
"I don"t think your throat is in danger, but we"ll do what we can to keep them out."
"Guess I can"t ask more than that," Wembling said. He chuckled good-naturedly, and looped his arm
through Vorish"s.
Smith had sited his sentry posts to make a shrewd use of the infrequent irregularities in terrain. He had
men at work now, clearing the ground for better visibility. Wembling sauntered along reviewing the results with the casual aloofness of an Admiral of the Fleet. Suddenly he pulled Vorish to a halt.
"This defense line of ours. We"ll have to move it."
Vorish regarded him coldly. "Why?"
"In the next two or three weeks we"re going to start work on the golf course. We wouldn"t be able to get
more than half of it this side of the line. Maybe not that much. So we"ll have to move it. It wouldn"t be safe to have my men working off by themselves. But there"s no hurry-tomorrow will do."
"Supposing you tell me what you have in mind," Vorish said.
* * * Wembling summoned a survey party, and they set out under the watchful eyes of a military escort. They moved west along the peninsula, which widened sharply until it became a part of the mainland. They pushed their way through the trees as the perspiring Wembling, enjoying himself immensely, gestured and talked his way around the prospective golf course.
An hour later Vorish took another look at the acreage the golf course was to occupy, and gave
Wembling a flat refusal. "The line would be too long here," he said. "I wouldn"t have enough men."
Wembling grinned. "The commander is always pulling my leg. You"ve got plenty of men. They"re all down there on the beach."
"My men are working in shifts, just as yours are. If I put those men on guard duty, I won"t have any relief for them."
"We both know you could set up an impa.s.sable defense that wouldn"t require any men," Wembling said.
"We both know I"m not going to do it. Your men can work without naval protection. They"ll be safe."
"All right. If that"s the way you want it. But if anything happens to them-"
"There"s one more thing," Vorish said. "What are you going to do about that abandoned native village where the eighth hole is supposed to be?"
Wembling gazed contemptuously at the distant huts. "Tear it down. n.o.body lives there."
"You can"t do that," Vorish said. "It"s native property. You"ll have to get permission."
"Whose permission?"
"The natives" permission."
Wembling threw back his head, and laughed uproariously. "Let "em take it to court, if they want to waste
their money. That last case must have cost "em close to a hundred thousand, and know what their damages were? Seven hundred and fifty credits. The sooner they use up their money, the sooner they stop bothering me."
"My orders call for the protection of natives and native property just as I protect you and your property,"
Vorish said. "The natives won"t stop you, but I will."He strode away without looking back. He was in a hurry to get to his office on the Hiln, and have a talk with Lieutenant Charles. There was something he remembered reading, a long time ago, in his little-used manual of military government . . .
* * * The days drifted by pleasantly, ruffled only by Wembling"s violent protests whenever a native slipped through to slow down construction. Vorish kept an alert eye on Wembling"s Operation Golf Course, and waited impatiently for some official reaction to his report on the Langri treaty.
Official reaction there was none, but Wembling"s work-crew steadily sliced its way back into the forest.
Trees were being hauled away to be cut into lumber. The delicately-speckled grain would make an exquisite and novel paneling for the hotel"s interior.
The crew reached the deserted native village and worked completely around it. They made no effort to trespa.s.s, though Vorish saw them casting nervous glances in that direction from time to time, as though they hoped it would go away.
Making his morning rounds of the sentry posts, Vorish paused occasionally to turn his binoculars on the work around the village.
"You"re sticking your neck out," Smith said. "I hope you realize that."
Vorish made no reply. He had his own opinion of naval officers who were unduly concerned for their necks. "There"s Wembling," he said.
With his bodyguards panting on his heels, Wembling was moving at his usual fast pace across the cleared ground. His foreman came forward to meet him. Wembling spoke briefly, and pointed. The foreman turned to his men, and pointed. A moment later the first hut was overturned.
"Let"s go," said Vorish.
Smith signaled a squad of navy men into action, and hurried after him. The men reached the village first, and cleared out Wembling"s men. Wembling was frozen in impotent rage when Vorish arrived.
Vorish paused to study the row of toppled huts. "Did you have permission from the natives to do this?"
he asked.
"h.e.l.l, no," Wembling said. "I"ve got a charter. What can they do about it?"
"Place these men under arrest," Vorish said, and turned away.
Somewhat to his surprise, Wembling said nothing. His aspect was that of a man thinking deeply.
* * * Vorish confined Wembling to his tent, under arrest. He halted all work on the hotel. Then he forwarded a complete report on the incident to Naval Headquarters, and sat back to await results.
The indifference of headquarters to his Langri report had intrigued him. Had someone filed it away as unimportant, or was there a corrupt conspiracy high up in the government? Either way, injustice was being done. The natives wanted time for something they called the Plan. Vorish wanted time to call
someone"s attention to what was going on. It would be a shame to allow Wembling to finish his hotel while the report on the Langri situation lay in an underling"s desk drawer.
With Wembling under arrest and the work stopped, Vorish watched in amus.e.m.e.nt while Wembling got