"I"ll be there this evening."

When Harriman got there he saw that LeCroix"s impa.s.sive face concealed bitterness, Coster looked stubborn and defensive. He waited until the three were alone in Coster"s workroom before he spoke. "Let"s have it, boys."

LeCroix looked at Coster. The engineer chewed his lip and said, "Mr. Harriman, you know the stages this design has been through."

"More or less."

"We had to give up the catapult idea. Then we had this--" Coster rummaged on his desk, pulled out a perspective treatment of a four-step rocket, large but rather graceful."Theoretically it was a possibility; practically it cut things too fine. By the time the stress group boys and the auxiliary group and the control group got through adding things we were forced to come to this--" He hauled out another sketch; it was basically like the first, but squattier, almost pyramidal. "We added a fifth stage as a ring around the fourth stage. We even managed to save some weight by using most of the auxiliary and control equipment for the fourth stage to control the fifth stage. And it still had enough sectional density to punch through the atmosphere with no important drag, even if it was clumsy."

Harriman nodded. "You know, Bob, we"re going to have to get away from the step rocket idea before we set up a schedule run to the Moon."

"I don"t see how you can avoid it with chem-powered rockets."

"If you had a decent catapult you could put a single-stage chem-powered rocket into an orbit around the Earth, couldn"t you?"

"Sure."

"That"s what we"ll do. Then it will refuel in that orbit."

"The old s.p.a.ce-station set-up. I suppose that makes sense-in fact I know it does. Only the ship wouldn"t refuel and continue on to the Moon. The economical thing would be to have special ships that never landed anywhere make the jump from there to another fueling station around the Moon. Then--"

LeCroix displayed a most unusual impatience. "AJ1 that doesn"t mean anything now. Get on with the story, Bob."

"Right," agreed Harriman.

"Well, this model should have done it. And, d.a.m.n it, it still should do it." Harriman looked puzzled. "But, Bob, that"s the approved design, isn"t it? That"s what you"ve got two-thirds built right out there on the field."

"Yes." Coster looked stricken. "But it won"t do it. It won"t work."

"Why not?"

"Because I"ve had to add in too much dead weight, that"s why. Mr. Harriman, you aren"t an engineer; you"ve no idea how fast the performance falls off when you have to clutter up a ship with anything but fuel and power plant. Take the landing arrangements for the fifth-stage power ring. You use that stage for a minute and a half, then you throw it away. But you don"t dare take a chance of it falling on Wichita or Kansas City. We have to include a parachute sequence. Even then we have to plan on tracking it by radar and cutting the shrouds by radio control when it"s over empty countryside and not too high. That means more weight, besides the parachute. By the time we are through, we don"t get a net addition of a mile a second out of that stage. It"s not enough."

Harriman stirred in his chair. "Looks like we made a mistake in trying to launch it from the States. Suppose we took off from someplace unpopulated, say the Brazil coast, and let the booster stages fall in the Atlantic; how much would that save you?"

Coster looked off in the distance, then took out a slide rule. "Might work."

"How much of a ch.o.r.e will it be to move the ship, at this stage?"

"Well . . . it would have to be disa.s.sembled completely; nothing less would do. I can"t give you a cost estimate off hand, but it would be expensive."

"How long would it take?"

"Hmm. . .shucks, Mr. Harriman, I can"t answer off hand. Two years-- eighteen months, with luck. We"d have to prepare a site. We"d have to build shops."

Harriman thought about it, although he knew the answer in his heart. His shoe string, big as it was, was stretched to the danger point. He couldn"t keep up the promotion, on talk alone, for another two years; he had to have a successful flight and soon--or the whole jerry-built financial structure would burst. "No good, Bob."

"I was afraid of that. Well, I tried to add still a sixth stage." He held up another sketch. "You see that monstrosity? I reached the point of diminishing returns. The final effective velocity is actually less with this abortion than with the five-step job."

"Does that mean you are whipped, Bob? You can"t build a Moon ship?"

"No, I--"

LeCroix said suddenly, "Clear out Kansas."

"Eh?" asked Harriman.

"Clear everybody out of Kansas and Eastern Colorado. Let the fifth and fourth sections fall anywhere in that area. The third section falls in the Atlantic; the second section goes into a permanent orbit--and the ship itself goes on to the Moon. You could do it if you didn"t have to waste weight on the parachuting of the fifth and fourth sections. Ask Bob."

"So? How about it, Bob?"

"That"s what I said before. It was the parasitic penalties that whipped us. The basic design is all right."

"Hmmm. . . somebody hand me an Atlas." Harriman looked up Kansas and Colorado, did some rough figuring. He stared off into s.p.a.ce, looking surprisingly, for the moment, as Coster did when the engineer was thinking about his own work. Finally he said, "It won"t work."

"Why not?"

"Money. I told you not to worry about money--for the ship. But it would cost upward of six or seven million dollars to evacuate that area even for a day. We"d have to settle nuisance suits out of hand; we couldn"t wait. And there would be a few diehards who just couldn"t move anyhow."

LeCroix said savagely, "If the crazy fools won"t move, let them take their chances."

"I know how you feel, Les. But this project is too big to hide and too big to move. Unless we protect the bystanders we"ll be shut down by court order and force. I can"t buy all the judges in two states. Some of them wouldn"t be for sale."

"It was a nice try, Les," consoled Coster.

"I thought it might be an answer for all of us," the pilot answered.

Harriman said, "You were starting to mention another solution, Bob?" Coster looked embarra.s.sed. "You know the plans for the ship itself--a three-man job, s.p.a.ce and supplies for three."

"Yes. What are you driving at?"

"It doesn"t have to be three men. Split the first step into two parts, cut the ship down to the bare minimum for one man and jettison the remainder. That"s the only way I see to make this basic design work." He got out another sketch. "See? One man and supplies for less than a week. No airlock-- the pilot stays in his pressure suit. No galley. No bunks. The bare minimum to keep one man alive for a maximum of two hundred hours. It will work."

"It will work," repeated LeCroix, looking at Coster.

Harriman looked at the sketch with an odd, sick feeling at his stomach. Yes, no doubt it would work--and for the purposes of the promotion it did not matter whether one man or three went to the Moon and returned. Just to do it was enough; he was dead certain that one successful flight would cause money to roll in so that there would be capital to develop to the point of practical, pa.s.senger-carrying ships.

The Wright brothers had started with less.

"If that is what I have to put up with, I suppose I have to," he said slowly. Coster looked relieved. "Fine! But there is one more hitch. You know the conditions under which I agreed to tackle this job--I was to go along. Now Les here waves a contract under my nose and says he has to be the pilot."

"It"s not just that," LeCroix countered. "You"re no pilot, Bob. You"ll kill yourself and ruin the whole enterprise, just through bull-headed stubbornness."

"I"ll learn to fly it. After all, I designed it. Look here, Mr. Harriman, I hate to let you in for a suit--Les says he will sue-but my contract antedates his. I intend to enforce it."

"Don"t listen to him, Mr. Harriman. Let him do the suing. I"ll fly that ship and bring her back. He"ll wreck it."

"Either I go or I don"t build the ship," Coster said flatly.

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