"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"s trying 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."
Requiem
On a high hill in Samoa there is a grave. Inscribed on the marker are these words:
"Under the wide and starry sky Dig my grave and let me lie Glad did I live and gladly die And I lay me down with a will!
"This be the verse which you grave for me: "Here he lies where he longed to be, Home is the sailor, home from the sea, And the hunter home from the hill.""
These lines appear another place -- scrawled on a shipping tag torn from a compressed-air container, and pinned to the ground with a knife.
It wasn"t much of a fair, as fairs go. The trottin" races didn"t promise much excitement, even though several entries claimed the blood of the immortal Dan Patch. The tents and concession booths barely covered the circus grounds, and the pitchmen seemed discouraged.
D.D. Harriman"s chauffeur could not see any reason for stopping. They were due in Kansas City for a directors" meeting, that is to say, Harriman was. The chauffeur had private reasons for promptness, reasons involving darktown society on Eighteenth Street. But the Boss not only stopped, but hung around.
Bunting and a canvas arch made the entrance to a large enclosure beyond the race track. Red and gold letters announced:
This way to the MOON ROCKET!!!!
See it in actual flight!
Public Demonstration Flights Twice Daily This is the ACTUAL TYPE used by the First Man to reach the MOON!!!
YOU can ride in it!! -- $50.OO
A boy, nine or ten years old, hung around the entrance and stared at the posters.
"Want to see the ship, son?"
The kid"s eyes shone. "Gee, mister. I sure would."
"So would I. Come on." Harriman paid out a dollar for two pink tickets which ent.i.tled them to enter the enclosure and examine the rocket ship. The kid took his and ran on ahead with the single-mindedness of youth. Harriman looked over the stubby curved lines of the ovoid body. He noted with a professional eye that she was a single-jet type with fractional controls around her midriff. He squinted through his gla.s.ses at the name painted in gold on the carnival red of the body, _Care Free_. He paid another quarter to enter the control cabin.
When his eyes had adjusted to the gloom caused by the strong ray filters of the ports he let them rest lovingly on the keys of the console and the semi-circle of dials above. Each beloved gadget was in its proper place. He knew them, graven in his heart.
While he mused over the instrument board, with the warm liquid of content soaking through his body, the pilot entered and touched his arm.
"Sorry, sir. We"ve got to cast loose for the flight."
"Eh?" Harriman started, then looked at the speaker. Handsome devil, with a good skull and strong shoulders, reckless eyes and a self-indulgent mouth, but a firm chin. "Oh, excuse me, Captain."
"Quite all right."
"Oh, I say, Captain, er, uh. . ."
"McIntyre."
"Captain McIntyre, could you take a pa.s.senger this trip?" The old man leaned eagerly toward him.
"Why, yes, if you wish. Come along with me." He ushered Harriman into a shed marked OFFICE which stood near the gate. "Pa.s.senger for a check over, doc."
Harriman looked startled but permitted the medico to run a stethoscope over his thin chest, and to strap a rubber bandage around his arm. Presently he unstrapped it, glanced at McIntyre, and shook his head.
"No go, doc?"
"That"s right, Captain."
Harriman looked from face to face. "My heart"s all right -- that"s just a flutter."
The physician"s brows shot up. "Is it? But it"s not just your heart; at your age your bones are brittle, too brittle to risk a take-off."
"Sorry, sir," added the pilot, "but the Bates County Fair a.s.sociation pays the doctor here to see to it that I don"t take anyone up who might be hurt by the acceleration."
The old man"s shoulders drooped miserably. "I rather expected it."
"Sorry, sir." McIntyre turned to go, but Harriman followed him out.
"Excuse me, Captain--"
"Yes?"
"Could you and your, uh, engineer have dinner with me after your flight?"
The pilot looked at him quizzically. "I don"t see why not. Thanks."
"Captain McIntyre, it is difficult for me to see why anyone would quit the Earth-Moon run." Fried chicken and hot biscuits in a private dining room of the best hotel the little town of Butler afforded, three-star Hennessey and Corona-Coronas had produced a friendly atmosphere in which three men could talk freely.
"Well, I didn"t like it."
"Aw, don"t give him that, Mac -- you know d.a.m.n well it was Rule G that got you." McIntyre"s mechanic poured himself another brandy as he spoke.
McIntyre looked sullen. "Well, what if I did take a couple o" drinks? Anyhow, I could have squared that -- it was the d.a.m.n persnickety regulations that got me fed up. Who are you to talk? -- Smuggler!"
"Sure I smuggled! Who wouldn"t with all those beautiful rocks just aching to be taken back to Earth. I had a diamond once as big as... But if I hadn"t been caught I"d be in Luna City tonight. And so would you, you drunken blaster ... with the boys buying us drinks, and the girls smiling and making suggestions..." He put his face down and began to weep quietly.
McIntyre shook him. "He"s drunk."
"Never mind." Harriman interposed a hand. "Tell me, are you really satisfied not to be on the run any more?"
McIntyre chewed his lip. "No, he"s right of course. This barnstorming isn"t what it"s all cracked up to be. We"ve been hopping junk at every pumpkin doin"s up and down the Mississippi valley -- sleeping in tourist camps, and eating at grease burners. Half the time the sheriff has an attachment on the ship, the other half the Society for the Prevention of Something or Other gets an injunction to keep us on the ground. It"s no sort of a life for a rocket man."
"Would it help any for you to get to the Moon?"