"Charlie!" It was Charlie"s mother who spoke. Nixie tried to sort out the rush of emotions impinging on him.
"Yes," his father said at last, "I could use your pa.s.sage money to pay the state for your first three years or so, and agree to pay your support until you are eighteen. But I shan"t."
"Huh? Why not, Dad?"
"Because, old-fashioned as it sounds, I am head of this family. I am responsible for it-and not just food, shelter, and clothing, but its total welfare. Until you are old enough to take care of yourself I mean to keep an eye on you. One of the prerogatives which go with my responsibility is deciding where the family shall live. I have a better job offered me on Venus than I could ever hope for here, so I"m going to Venus-and my family goes with me." He drummed on the table, hesitated. "I think your chances are better on a pioneer planet, too-but, when you are of age, if you think otherwise, I"ll pay your fare back to Earth. But you go with us. Understand?"
Charlie nodded, his face glum.
"Very well. I"m amazed that you apparently care more for that dog than you do for your mother-and myself. But-"
"It isn"t that, Dad. Nixie needs-"
"Quiet. I don"t suppose you realize it, but I tried to figure this out-I"m not taking your dog away from you out of meanness. If I could afford it, I"d buy the hound a ticket. But something your mother said last night brought up a third possibility."
Charlie looked up suddenly, and so did Nixie; wondering why the surge of hope in his boy.
"I can"t buy Nixie a ticket.. . but it"s possible to ship him as freight."
"Huh? Why, sure, Dad! Oh, I know he"d have to be caged up-but I"d go down and feed him every day and pet him and tell him it was all right and-"
"Slow down! I don"t mean that. All I can afford is to have him shipped the way animals are always shipped in s.p.a.ce ships. . . in sleep-freeze."
Charlie"s mouth hung open. He managed to say, "But that"s-"
"That"s dangerous. As near as I remember, it"s about fifty-fifty whether he wakes up at the other end. But if you want to risk it-well, perhaps it"s better than giving him away to strangers, and I"m sure you would prefer it to taking him down to the vet"s and having him put to sleep."
Charlie did not answer. Nixie felt such a storm of conflicting emotions in Charlie that the dog violated dining room rules; he raised up and licked the boy"s hand.
Charlie grabbed the dog"s ear. "All right, Dad," he said gruffly. "We"ll risk it-if that"s the only way Nixie and I can still be partners."
Nixie did not enjoy the last few days before lcaving; they held too many changes. Any proper dog likes excitement, but home is for peace and quiet. Things should be orderly there-food and water always in the same place, newspapers to fetch at certain hours, milkmen to supervise at regular times, furniture all in its proper place. But during that week all was change-nothing on time, nothing in order. Strange men came into the house (always a matter for suspicion), and he, Nixie, was not even allowedto protest, much less give them the what-for they had coming.
He was a.s.sured by Charlie and Mrs. Vaughn that it was "all right" and he had to accept it, even though it obviously was not all right. His knowledge of English was accurate for a few dozen words but there was no way to explain to him that almost everything owned by the Vaughn family was being sold, or thrown away. . . nor would it have rea.s.sured him. Some things in life were permanent; he had never doubted that the Vaughn home was first among these certainties
By the night before they left, the rooms were bare except for beds. Nixie trotted around the house, sniffing places where familiar objects had been, asking his nose to tell him that his eyes deceived him, whining at the results. Even more upsetting than physical change was emotional change, a heady and not entirely happy excitement which he could feel in all three of his people.
There was a better time that evening, as Nixie was allowed to go to Scout meeting. Nixie always went on hikes and had formerly attended all meetings. But he now attended only outdoor meetings since an incident the previous winter-Nixie felt that too much fuss had been made about it. . . just some spilled cocoa and a few broken cups and anyhow it had been that cat"s fault.
But this meeting he was allowed to attend because it was Charlie"s last Scout meeting on Earth. Nixie was not aware of that but he greatly enjoyed the privilege, especially as the meeting was followed by a party at which Nixie became comfortably stuffed with hot dogs and pop. Scoutmaster McIntosh presented Charlie with a letter of withdrawal, certifying his status and merit badges and asking his admission into any troop on Venus. Nixie joined happily in the applause, trying to outbark the clapping.
Then the Scoutmaster said, "Okay, Rip."
Rip was senior patrol leader. He got up and said, "Quiet, fellows. Hold it, you crazy savages! Charlie, I don"t have to tell *you that we"re all sorry to see you go. . . but we hope you have a swell time on Venus and now and then send a postcard to Troop Twenty-Eight and tell us about it-we"ll post "em on the bulletin board. Anyhow, we wanted to get you a going-away present. But Mr. McIntosh pointed out that you were on a very strict weight allowance and practically anything would either cost you more to take with you than we had paid for it, or maybe you couldn"t take it at all, which wouldn"t be much of a present.
"But it finally occurred to us that we could do one thing. Nixie-"
Nixie"s ears p.r.i.c.ked. Charlie said softly, "Steady, boy."
"Nixie has been with us almost as long as you have. He"s been around, poking his cold nose into things, longer than any of the tenderfeet, and longer even than some of the second cla.s.s. So we decided he ought to have his own letter of withdrawal, so that the troop you join on Venus will know that Nixie is a Scout in good standing. Give it to him, Kenny."
The scribe pa.s.sed over the letter. It was phrased like Charlie"s letter, save that it named "Nixie Vaughn, Tenderfoot Scout" and diplomatically omitted the subject of merit badges. It was signed by the scribe, the scoutmaster, and the patrol leaders and countersigned by every member of the troop. Charlie showed it to Nixie, who sniffed it. Everybody applauded, so Nixie joined happily in applauding himself.
"One more thing," added Rip. "Now that Nixie is officially a Scout, he has to have his badge. So send him front and center."
Charlie did so. They had worked their way through the Dog Care merit badge together while Nixie was a pup, all feet and floppy ears; it had made Nixie a much more acceptable member of the Vaughn family. But the rudimentary dog training required for the merit badge had stirred Charlie"s interest; they had gone on to Dog Obedience School together and Nixie had progressed from easy spoken commands to more difficult silent hand signals.
Charlie used them now. At his signal Nixie trotted forward, sat stiffly at attention, front paws neatly drooped in front of his chest, while Rip fastened the tenderfoot badge to his collar, then Nixie raised his right paw in salute and gave one short bark, all to hand signals.
The applause was loud and Nixie trembled with eagerness to join it. But Charlie signalled "hold & quiet," so Ni-xie remained silently poised in salute until the clapping died away. He returned to heel just as silently, though quivering with excitement. The purpose of the ceremony may not have been clear to him-if so, he was not the first tenderfoot Scout to be a little confused. But it was perfectly clear that he was the center of attention and was being approved of by his friends; it was a high point in his life.
But all in all there had been too much excitement for a dog in one week; the trip to White Sands, shut up in a travel case and away from Charlie, was the last straw. When Charlie came to claim him at the baggage room of White Sands Airport, his relief was so great that he had a puppyish accident, and was bitterly ashamed.
He quieted down on the drive from airport to s.p.a.ceport, then was disquieted again when he was taken into a room which reminded him of his unpleasant trips to the veterinary-the smells, the white-coated figure, the bare table where a dog had to hold still and be hurt. He stopped dead.
"Come, Nixie!" Charlie said firmly. "None of that, boy. Up!"
Nixie gave a little sigh, advanced and jumped onto the examination table, stood docile but trembling.
"Have him lie down," the man in the white smock said. "I"ve got to get the needle into the large vein in his foreleg."
Nixie did so on Charlie"s command, then lay tremblingly quiet while his left foreleg was shaved in a patch and sterilized. Charlie put a hand on Nixie"s shoulder blades and soothed him while the veterinary surgeon probed for the vein. Nixie bared his teeth once but did not growl, even though the fear in the boy"s mind was beating on him, making him just as afraid.
Suddenly the drug reached his brain and he slumped limp.
Charlie"s fear surged to a peak but Nixie did not feel it. Nixie"s tough little spirit had gone somewhere else, out of touch with his friend, out of s.p.a.ce and time- wherever it is that the "I" within a man or a dog goes when the body wrapping it is unconscious.
Charlie said shrilly, "Is he all right?"
"Eh? Of course."
"Uh. . . I thought he had died."
"Want to listen to his heart beat?"
"Uh, no-if you say he"s all right. Then he"s going to be okay? He"ll live through it?"
The doctor glanced at Charlie"s father, back at the boy, let his eyes rest on Charlie"s lapel. "Star Scout, eh?"
"Uh, yes, sir."
"Going on to Eagle?"
"Well . . . I"m going to try, sir."
"Good. Look, son. If I put your dog over on that shelf, in a couple of hours he"ll be sleeping normally and by tomorrow he won"t even know he was out. But if I take him back to the chill room and start him on the cycle-" He shrugged. "Well, I"ve put eighty head of cattle under today. If forty percent are revived, it"s a good shipment. I do my best."
Charlie looked grey. The surgeon looked at Mr. Vaughn, back at the boy. "Son, I know a man who"s looking for a dog for his kids. Say the word and you won"t have to worry about whether this pooch"s system will recover from a shock it was never intended to take."