Vern said: "How much did they offer you?"
Clatter-bang-BANG. I peeked, and Arthur was saying: WARNED YOU SAM THAT ENGDAHL WAS UP TO TRICKS PLEASE SAM PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE HIT HIM ON THE HEAD KNOCK HIM OUT HE MUST HAVE A GUN SO GET IT AND SHOOT OUR WAY OUT OF HERE
"A hundred and fifty thousand dollars," I said.
Vern looked outraged. "I only got forty!"
Arthur clattered: VERN I APPEAL TO YOUR COMMON DECENCY WERE OLD SHIPMATES VERN REMEMBER ALL THE TIMES I
"Still," Vern mused, "it"s all common funds anyway, right? Arthur belongs to both of us."
I DONT DONT DONT REPEAT DONT BELONG TO ANYBODY BUT ME
"That"s true," I said grudgingly. "But I carried him, remember."
SAM WHATS THE MATTER WITH YOU Q Q I DONT LIKE THE EXPRESSION ON YOUR FACE LISTEN SAM YOU ARENT
Vern said, "A hundred and fifty thousand, remember."
THINKING OF SELLING
"And of course we couldn"t get out of here," Vern pointed out.
"They"ve got us surrounded."
ME TO THESE RATS Q Q SAM VERN PLEASE DONT SCARE ME
I said, pointing to the fluttering paper in the rattling machine: "You"re worrying our friend."
Vern shrugged impatiently.
I KNEW I SHOULDNT HAVE TRUSTED YOU, Arthur wept. THATS ALL I MEAN TO YOU EH
Vern said: "Well, Sam? Let"s take the cash and get this thing over with. After all, he _will_ have the best of treatment."
It was a little like selling your sister into white slavery, but what else was there to do? Besides, I kind of trusted Vern.
"All right," I said.
What Arthur said nearly scorched the paper.
Vern helped pack Arthur up for moving. I mean it was just a matter of pulling the plugs out and making sure he had a fresh battery, but Vern wanted to supervise it himself. Because one of the little things Vern had up his sleeve was that he had found a spot for himself on the Major"s payroll. He was now the official Prosthetic (Human) Maintenance Department Chief.
The Major said to me: "Ah, Dunlap. What sort of experience have you had?"
"Experience?"
"In the Navy. Your friend Engdahl suggested you might want to join us here."
"Oh. I see what you mean." I shook my head. "Nothing that would do you any good, I"m afraid. I was a yeoman."
"Yeoman?"
"Like a company clerk," I explained. "I mean I kept records and cut orders and made out reports and all like that."
"Company clerk!" The eyes in the long horsy face gleamed. "Ah, you"re mistaken, Dunlap! Why, that"s _just_ what we need. Our morning reports are in foul shape. Foul! Come over to HQ. Lieutenant Bankhead will give you a lift."
"Lieutenant Bankhead?"
I got an elbow in my ribs for that. It was that girl Amy, standing alongside me. "I," she said, "am Lieutenant Bankhead."
Well, I went along with her, leaving Engdahl and Arthur behind. But I must admit I wasn"t sure of my reception.
Out in front of the hotel was a whole fleet of cars--three or four of them, at least. There was a big old Cadillac that looked like a gangsters" car--thick gla.s.s in the windows, tires that looked like they belonged on a truck. I was willing to bet it was bulletproof and also that it belonged to the Major. I was right both times. There was a little MG with the top down, and a couple of light trucks. Every one of them was painted bright orange, and every one of them had the star-and-bar of the good old United States Army on its side.
It took me back to old times--all but the unmilitary color. Amy led me to the MG and pointed.
"Sit," she said.
I sat. She got in the other side and we were off.
It was a little uncomfortable on account of I wasn"t just sure whether I ought to apologize for making her take her clothes off. And then she tramped on the gas of that little car and I didn"t think much about being embarra.s.sed or about her black lace lingerie. I was only thinking about one thing--how to stay alive long enough to get out of that car.
IV
See, what we really wanted was an ocean liner.
The rest of us probably would have been happy enough to stay in Lehigh County, but Arthur was getting restless.
He was a terrible responsibility, in a way. I suppose there were a hundred thousand people or so left in the country, and not more than forty or fifty of them were like Arthur--I mean if you want to call a man in a prosthetic tank a "person." But we all did. We"d got pretty used to him. We"d shipped together in the war--and survived together, as a few of the actual fighters did, those who were lucky enough to be underwater or high in the air when the ICBMs landed--and as few civilians did.
I mean there wasn"t much chance for surviving, for anybody who happened to be breathing the open air when it happened. I mean you can do just so much about making a "clean" H-bomb, and if you cut out the long-life fission products, the short-life ones get pretty deadly.
Anyway, there wasn"t much damage, except of course that everybody was dead. All the surface vessels lost their crews. All the population of the cities were gone. And so then, when Arthur slipped on the gangplank coming into Newport News and broke his fool neck, why, we had the whole staff of the _Sea Sprite_ to work on him. I mean what else did the surgeons have to do?
Of course, that was a long time ago.
But we"d stayed together. We headed for the farm country around Allentown, Pennsylvania, because Arthur and Vern Engdahl claimed to know it pretty well. I think maybe they had some hope of finding family or friends, but naturally there wasn"t any of that. And when you got into the inland towns, there hadn"t been much of an attempt to clean them up. At least the big cities and the ports had been gone over, in some spots anyway, by burial squads. Although when we finally decided to move out and went to Philadelphia--
Well, let"s be fair; there had been fighting around there after the big fight. Anyway, that wasn"t so very uncommon. That was one of the reasons that for a long time--four or five years, at any rate--we stayed away from big cities.
We holed up in a big farmhouse in Lehigh County. It had its own generator from a little stream, and that took care of Arthur"s power needs; and the previous occupants had been just crazy about stashing away food. There was enough to last a century, and that took care of the two of us. We appreciated that. We even took the old folks out and gave them a decent burial. I mean they"d all been in the family car, so we just had to tow it to a gravel pit and push it in.