"It will be successful." He thought a moment, then squared his tired shoulders and said, "Tell them that this is the beginning of the human race"s greatest era. Tell them that every one of them will have a chance to follow in Captain LeCroix"s footsteps, seek out new planets, wrest a home for themselves in new lands. Tell them that this means new frontiers, a shot in the arm for prosperity. It means--" He ran down. "That"s all tonight. I"m whipped, son. Leave me alone, will you?"
Presently Coster came out, followed by the V.I.P."s. Harriman went up to Coster. "Everything all right?"
"Sure. Why shouldn"t it be? Track three followed him out to the limit of range-all in the groove." Coster added, "Step five killed a cow when it grounded."
"Forget it--we"ll have steak for breakfast." Harriman then had to make conversation with the Governor and the Vice-President, had to escort them out to their ship. Dixon and Entenza left together, less formally; at last Coster and Harriman were alone save for subordinates too junior to const.i.tute a strain and for guards to protect them from the crowds. "Where you headed, Bob?"
"Up to the Broadmoor and about a week"s sleep. How about you?"
"if you don"t mind, I"ll doss down in your apartment."
"Help yourself. Sleepy pills in the bathroom."
"I won"t need them." They had a drink together in Coster"s quarters, talked aimlessly, then Coster ordered a copter cab and went to the hotel. Harriman went to bed, got up, read a day-old copy of the Denver Post filled with pictures of the Pioneer, finally gave up and took two of Coster"s sleeping capsules.
CHAPTER TEN.
SOMEONE WAS SHAKING HIM. "Mr. Harriman! Wake up--Mr. Caster is on the screen."
"Huh? Wazza? Oh, all right." He got up and padded to the phone. Caster was :ooking tousie-headea and excited. "Hey, Boss--he made it!"
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"Palomar just called me. They saw the mark and now they"ve spotted the ship itself. He--"
"Wait a minute, Bob. Slow up. He can"t be there yet. He just left last night."
Coster looked disconcerted. "What"s the matter, Mr. Harriman? Don"t you feel well? He left Wednesday."
Vaguely, Harriman began to be oriented. No, the take-off had not been the night before--fuzzily he recalled a drive up into the mountains, a day spent dozing in the sun, some sort of a party at which he had drunk too much. What day was today? He didn"t know. If LeCroix had landed on the Moon, then--never mind. "It"s all right, Bob-I was half asleep. I guess I dreamed the take-off all over again. Now tell me the news, slowly."
Coster started over. "LeCroix has landed, just west of Archimedes crater. They can see his ship, from Palomar. Say that was a great stunt you thought up, marking the spot with carbon black. Les must have covered two acres with it. They say it shines out like a billboard, through the Big Eye."
"Maybe we ought to run down and have a look. No--later," he amended. "We"ll be busy."
"I don"t see what more we can do, Mr. Harriman. We"ve got twelve of our best ballistic computers calculating possible routes for you now."
Harriman started to tell the man to put on another twelve, switched off the screen instead. He was still at Peterson Field, with one of Skyways" best stratoships waiting for him outside, waiting to take him to whatever point on the globe LeCroix might ground. LeCroix was in the upper stratosphere, had been there for more than twenty-four hours. The pilot was slowly, cautiously wearing out his terminal velocity, dissipating the incredible kinetic energy as shock wave and radiant heat.
They had tracked him by radar around the globe and around again--and again . . . yet there was no way of knowing just where and what sort of landing the pilot would choose to risk. Harriman listened to the running radar reports and cursed the fact that they had elected to save the weight of radio equipment.
The radar figures started coming closer together. The voice broke off and started again: "He"s in his landing glide!"
"Tell the field to get ready!" shouted Harriman. He held his breath and waited. After endless seconds another voice cut in with, "The Moon ship is now landing. It will ground somewhere west of Chihuahua in Old Mexico."
Harriman started for the door at a run.
Coached by radio en route, Harriman"s pilot spotted the Pioneer incredibly small against the desert sand. He put his own ship quite close to it, in a beautiful landing. Harriman was fumbling at the cabin door before the ship was fairly stopped.
LeCroix was sitting on the ground, resting his back against a skid of his ship and enjoying the shade of its stubby triangular wings. A paisano sheepherder stood facing him, open-mouthed. As Harriman trotted out and lumbered toward him LeCroix stood up, flipped a cigaret b.u.t.t away and said, "Hi, Boss!"
"Les!" The older man threw his arms around the younger. "It"s good to see you, boy."
"It"s good to see you. Pedro here doesn"t speak my language." LeCroix glanced around; there was no one else nearby but the pilot of Harriman"s ship. "Where"s the gang? Where"s Bob?"
"I didn"t wait. They"ll surely be along in a few minutes--hey, there they come now!" It was another stratoship, plunging in to a landing. Harriman turned to his pilot. "Bill--go over and meet them."
"Huh? They"ll come, never fear."
"Do as I say."
"You"re the doctor." The pilot trudged through the sand, his back expressing disapproval. LeCroix looked puzzled. "Quick, Les--help me with this."
"This" was the five thousand cancelled envelopes which were supposed to have been to the Moon. They got them out of Harriman"s stratoship and into the Moon ship, there to be stowed in an empty food locker, while their actions were still shielded from the later arrivals by the bulk of the strataship. "Whew!" said Harriman. "That was close. Half a million dollars. We need it, Les."
"Sure, but look, Mr. Harriman, the di--"
"Sssh! The others are coming. How about the other business? Ready with your act?"
"Yes. But I was trying to tell you--"
"Quiet!"
It was not their colleagues; it was a shipload of reporters, camera men, mike men, commentators, technicians. They swarmed over them.
Harriman waved to them jauntily. "Help yourselves, boys. Get a lot of pictures. Climb through the ship. Make yourselves at home. Look at anything you want to. But go easy on Captain LeCroix--he"s tired."
Another ship had landed, this time with Caster, Dixon and Strong. Entenza showed up in his own chartered ship and began bossing the TV, pix, and radio men, in the course of which he almost had a fight with an unauthorized camera crew. A large copter transport grounded and spilled out nearly a platoon of khaki-clad Mexican troops. Fom somewhere--out of the sand apparently--several dozen native peasants showed up. Harriman broke away from reporters, held a quick and expensive discussion with the captain of the local troops and a degree of order was restored in time to save the Pioneer from being picked to pieces.
"Just let that be!" It was LeCroix"s voice, from inside the Pioneer. Harriman waited and listened. "None of your business!" the pilot"s voice went on, rising higher, "and put them back!"
Harriman pushed his way to the door of the ship. "What"s the trouble, Les?"
Inside the cramped cabin, hardly large enough for a TV booth, three men stood, LeCroix and two reporters. All three men looked angry. "What"s the trouble, Les?" Harriman repeated.
LeCroix was holding a small cloth bag which appeared to be empty. Scattered on the pilot"s acceleration rest between him and the reporters were several small, dully brilliant stones. A reporter held one such stone up to the light.
"These guys were poking their noses into things that didn"t concern them," LeCroix said angrily.
The reporter looked at the stone said, "You told us to look at what we liked, didn"t you, Mr. Harriman?"
"Yes."
"Your pilot here-" He jerked a thumb at LeCroix. "--apparently didn"t expect us to find these. He had them hidden in the pads of his chair."
"What of it?"