FREE BOOKS

Author's List




PREV.   NEXT  
|<   3   4   5   6   7   8   9   10   11   12   13   14   15   16   17   18   19   20   21   22   23   24   25   26   27  
28   29   30   31   32   33   34   35   36   37   38   39   40   41   42   43   44   45   46   47   48   49   50   51   52   >>   >|  
state on Long Island, Terra, that same evening, and joined up in the Patrol. The Sir Francis Drake strain had immediately come forth--and Kendall was having the time of his life. In a six-man cruiser, his real work in the Interplanetary Patrol had started. He was still in it--but it was his command now, and a blue circle on his left sleeve gave his lieutenant's rank. Buck Kendall had immediately proceeded to enlist in his command the IP man who had made the mistaken bet, and Rad Cole was on duty with him now. Cole was the technician of the T-247. His rank as Technical Engineer was practically equivalent to Kendall's circle-rank, which made the two more comfortable together. Cole was listening carefully to the signals coming through from Pluto. "That," he decided, "sounds like Tad Nichols' fist. You can recognize that broken-down truck-horse trot of his on the key as far away as you can hear it." "Is that what it is?" sighed Buck. "I thought it was static mushing him at first. What's he like?" "Like all the other damn fools who come out two billion miles to scratch rock, as if there weren't enough already on the inner planets. He's got a rich platinum property. Sells ninety percent of his output to buy his power, and the other eleven percent for his clothes and food." "He must be an efficient miner," suggested Kendall, "to maintain 101% production like that." "No, but his bank account is. He's figured out that's the most economic level of production. If he produces less, he won't be able to pay for his heating power, and if he produces more, his operation power will burn up his bank account too fast." "Hmmm--sensible way to figure. A man after my own heart. How does he plan to restock his bank account?" "By mining on Mercury. He does it regularly--sort of a commuter. Out here his power bills eat it up. On Mercury he goes in for potassium, and sells the power he collects in cooling his dome, of course. He's a good miner, and the old fool can make money down there." Like any really skilled operator, Cole had been sending Morse messages while he talked. Now he sat quiet waiting for the reply, glancing at the chronometer. "I take it he's not after money--just after fun," suggested Buck. "Oh, no. He's after money," replied Cole gravely. "You ask him--he's going to make his eternal fortune yet by striking a real bed of jovium, and then he'll retire." "Oh, one of that kind." "They all are," Cole laug
PREV.   NEXT  
|<   3   4   5   6   7   8   9   10   11   12   13   14   15   16   17   18   19   20   21   22   23   24   25   26   27  
28   29   30   31   32   33   34   35   36   37   38   39   40   41   42   43   44   45   46   47   48   49   50   51   52   >>   >|  



Top keywords:

Kendall

 

account

 

Mercury

 

circle

 
Patrol
 

immediately

 

production

 

produces

 

suggested

 

percent


command

 

maintain

 

regularly

 
mining
 
restock
 
figure
 

heating

 

operation

 

economic

 

figured


replied

 

gravely

 

eternal

 
glancing
 

chronometer

 

fortune

 
retire
 
striking
 

jovium

 
waiting

collects
 

cooling

 
potassium
 

efficient

 
messages
 

talked

 

sending

 
skilled
 

operator

 

commuter


technician

 
mistaken
 

lieutenant

 

proceeded

 
enlist
 

comfortable

 

listening

 

carefully

 
signals
 

equivalent