Denver regarded her cynically. "Couldn"t be. I"m willing to believe you don"t know who your father was. Some women should keep books. But that kid"s not Martian."
Darbor shrugged. "Doesn"t matter. So long, kid. If you make a big strike, look me up."
The s.p.a.ce Patrol lieutenant was waiting for her. She linked arms with him, and vanished toward the ship. Denver went back to Charley.
Intently he studied the weird creature, wondering what to do.
A timid knock startled him. For a moment, wild hope dawned. Maybe Darbor--
But it wasn"t Darbor. A strange girl stood in the doorway. She pushed open the inner flap of the airlock and stepped from the valve.
"I was looking around," she explained. "I b.u.mmed my way out with the Patrol Ship. Do you mind?"
Denver scowled at her. "Should I?"
The girl tried a smile on him but she looked ill-at-ease. "You look like one of the local boy scouts," she said. "How about helping a lady in distress?"
"I make a hobby of it," he snarled. "I don"t even care if they"re ladies. But I"m fresh out of romance and slightly soured. And I"m worried about the one friend who"s dumb enough to stick by me. You picked a bad time to ask. What do you want?"
The girl smiled shyly. "All right, so you don"t look like a boy scout.
But I"m still a girl in a jam. I"m tired and broke and hungry. All I want is a sandwich, and maybe a lift to the next town. I should have gone back with the Patrol ship but I guess they forgot me. I thought maybe, if you"re going somewhere that"s civilized, I could b.u.m a lift.
What"s wrong with your friend?"
Denver indicated Charley. "Frankly, I don"t know." He balked at trying to explain again just what a moondog was. "But who are you? What did you want here?"
The girl stared at him. "Didn"t you know? I"m Soleil. My father owned this mine. He thought he"d found something, and sent for me to share it. It took the last of our money to get me here, but I wanted to come. We hadn"t seen each other for twenty years. Now he"s dead, and I"m broke, alone and scared. I need to get to some place where I can dream up an eating job."
"You"re Martin"s kid?"
Soleil nodded, absently, looking at Charley. The moondog gave a strange, electronic whimper. There was an odd expression on the girl"s face. A flash of inspiration seemed to enlighten her.
"I"ll take care of this," she said softly. "You wait outside."
Somewhat later, after blinding displays of erratic lightnings had released a splendor of fantastic color through the view-ports to reflect staggeringly from the mountain walls, a tired girl called out to Tod Denver.
She met him inside the airlock. In her arms snuggled a pile of writhing radiance, like glowing worms. Moonpups. A whole litter of moonpups.
"They"re cute," Soleil commented, "but I"ve never seen anything quite like this before."
"It must have been a delayed fuse," said Denver, wilting. "Here we go again."
He fainted....
Awakening was painful to Denver. He remembered nightmare, and the latter part of his memory dealt with moonpups. Swarms of moonpups. As if Charley hadn"t been enough. He was not sure that he wanted to open his eyes.
He thought he heard the outer flap of the airlock open, then someone pounding on the inner door. Habit of curiosity conquered, and his eyelids blinked. He looked up to find a strange man beside his bed.
The man was fat, fussy, pompous. But he looked prosperous, and seemed excited.
Denver glanced warily about the room. After all, he had been strained.
Perhaps it was all part of delirium. No sign of the girl either. Could he have imagined her, too? He sighed and remembered Darbor.
"Tod Denver?" asked the fat, prosperous man. "I got your name from a Sergeant of Security Police in Crystal City. He says you own a moondog. Is that true?"
Denver nodded painfully. "I"m afraid it is. What"s the charge?"
The stranger seemed puzzled, amused. "This may seem odd to you, but I"m in the market for moondogs. Scientific laboratories all over the system want them, and are paying top prices. The most unusual and interesting life form in existence. But moondogs are scarce. Would you consider parting with yours? I can a.s.sure you he"ll receive kind treatment and good care. They"re too valuable for anything else."
Denver almost blanked out again. It was too much like the more harrowing part of his dreams. He blinked his eyes, but the man was still there.
"One of us is crazy," he mused aloud. "Maybe both of us. I can"t sell Charley. I"d miss him too much."
Suddenly, as it happens in dreams, Soleil Martin stood beside him. Her arms were empty, but she stood there, smiling.
"You wouldn"t have to sell Charley," she said, giving Denver a curious, thrusting glance. "Had you forgotten that you"re now a father, or foster-grandfather, or something. You have moonpups, in quant.i.ty. I had to let you lie there while I put the little darlings to bed. And it"s not Charley any more, please. Charlotte. It has to be Charlotte."
Denver paled and groaned. He turned hopefully to the fat stranger.
"Say, mister, how many moonpups can you use?"
"All of them, if you"ll sell." The man whipped out a signed, blank check, and quickly filled in astronomical figures. Denver looked at it, whistled, then doubted first his sanity, then the check.
"Take them," Denver murmured. "Take them, quick, before you change your mind, or all this evaporates in dream."
A moondog has no nerves. Charley--or Charlotte--had none, but the brood of moonpups had already begun to get on whatever pa.s.sed for nerves in his electronic make-up. He was glad and relieved to be rid of his numerous progeny. He, or she, showed pa.s.sionate and embarra.s.sing affection for Denver, and even generously included Soleil Martin in the display.
Denver stared at her suddenly while she helped the commission agent round up his radiant loot and make ready for the return to town. It was as if he were seeing her for the first time. She was pretty. Not beautiful, of course. Just pretty. And nice. He remembered that he was carrying her picture in his pocket.
She was even an Earth-girl. They were almost as scarce in the moon colonies as moondogs.
"Look here," he said. "I have money now. I was going out prospecting but it can wait. I kind of inherited you from your father, you know.
Do you need dough or something?"
Soleil laughed. "I need everything. But don"t bother. I haven"t any claim on you. And I can ride back to the city with Mr. Potts. He looks like a better bet. He can write such big checks, too."
Denver made a face of disgust. "All women are alike," he muttered savagely. "Go on, then--"
Soleil frowned. "Don"t say it. Don"t even think it. I"m not going anywhere. Not till you go. I just wanted you to ask me nice. I"m staying. I"ll go prospecting with you. I like that. Dad made me study minerals and mining. I can be a real help. With that big check, we can get a real outfit."
Denver stopped dreaming. "But you don"t know what it"s like out there.
Just empty miles of loneliness and heat and desert and mountains of bare rock. Not even the minimum comforts. Nights last two Earth weeks.
There"d just be you and me and Charlotte."
Soleil smiled fondly. "It listens good, and might be fun. I like Charlotte and you. I"m realistic and strong enough to be a genuine partner."
Tod Denver gasped. "You sure know what you want--Partner!" He grinned.
"Now we"ll have a married woman along. I was worried about wandering around, unprotected, with a female moondog--"
Soleil laughed. "I think Charlotte needs a chaperone."