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You've seen them--the old ships, the battered and ruined ships, the ships that have made one voyage too many, and are so ancient you can't remember their names or the reputations they've earned for themselves in deep space! Sure you've seen them! Black hulls stretching away for miles into the red sunset--ships that can be bought for a song if you've a song left in you and still want to go adventuring on the rim of the System.
Do you know how it feels not to have a song left in you? Do you know how it feels to be a legend without substance--the lad who broke the bank at Callisto City and walked out two days later without a penny to his name?
Pete knew and he kept harping on it. "If you'd quit that first night, Jim, instead of pushin' it all back across the board!"
There was awe in his eyes when he looked at me, and then he'd look at the ships, and I could guess what he was thinking. Good old Pete! When he shut his eyes I was still wearing a golden halo.
Lucky Jim Sanders, strong as an ox and coming along fine--born lucky and loving life too much to worry his head about the future. But when life rises up and wallops you and lays you out flat you forget the good times and your own recklessness, and the inner strength and the laughing girls, and you just want to sit down and never get up!
I'd met Pete down in the valley, sitting on a rock. He didn't want to get up either. He wanted to croak.
A wiry little cuss with blue eyes and a fringe of beard on his chin that had just grown there and stayed. Clothes that made him look like he was trying to spin a cocoon about himself.
You bet he had a story! A hard luck story that would have made Sinbad look like a quiet family man. But when I like someone straight off, his past is just so much water over the dam if he wants it that way.
I never did find out the truth about Pete--right up until we parted. I had a lot of fun kidding him about it. "Rip Van Winkle slept twenty years, but you slept a thousand, Pete! You crawled out of an old ship and went to sleep in the desert.
"Did you get tired, Pete? Of the roar and the dust and the night--the crocus-flower faces of Venusians, the gopher-girls of Mars and the pinwheeling stars--of the night and the dust and the roar? Couldn't you take it in the old days, Pete, when ships kept bursting apart at the seams and there was an ant hill on Callisto called a colony, with twenty living dead men in it?
"The ant hill's a city now, Pete. And you're still Pete, still around, and I'm just cutting my wisdom teeth on my first streak of hard luck! Hard like a biscuit, Pete! A dog biscuit flung to a dog!"
I was raving even more wildly as I stared out over that graveyard of old ships, feeling sorry for myself, envying Pete because he didn't seem to care much whether he lived or died.
But I was wrong. Pete did care.
"If we could just get back to Earth, Jim!" he pleaded. "If we could smell the green earth again, after it's been rainin'! If we could just get a whiff o' the sea!"
I swung on him. "What chance have we? You don't value dough so much when you've got it to toss around. But when you're stony broke you get to feeling like a stone. Weighed down, petrified! You can't do anything without dough!"
Pete made a clucking sound. "All right! You got trimmed, Jim--and bad! But last night you had another streak of luck!"
I stared at him, hard.
He gestured toward the old ships. "There's a yardmaster down there with a list of ships a yard long. If you want to buy a ship you just stand around twiddling your thumbs until he notices you. If he sizes you up right--you get a bargain!"
"You mean if he thinks you've got some dough, but not much?"
"Uh huh!" Pete winked. "But if he thinks you've got a lot of dough you could get a bargain too. Without shelling out a cent!"
It didn't take me long to get what Pete was driving at. I'd taken a beating, and everyone knew it. But everyone knew my face too! I was still Lucky Jim Sanders, wearing a golden halo!
Pete's eyes were shining like Halley's Comet when I got through coaching him. It was his idea, but when I tossed it back at him wrapped up in dialogue the sparkle took his breath away!
We went down into the valley where the ships stood row on row, shouting and reeling as though we'd been celebrating for a week. The yardmaster heard us before he saw us. But he saw us quickly enough.
His lips tightened as he came striding toward us--a bushy-browed, hard-bitten old barnacle with a crusty stare. I could tell the exact instant when he recognized me. His jaw dropped about six inches; then closed with a click.
"Now!" I whispered to Pete.
Pete raised his voice. "You're higher than a kite!" he shouted. "Why buy a flying coffin when you could own the sweetest little job in the System?"
"What I do with my dough is my own business!" I shouted back. "They knew how to build ships in the old days!"
"I tell you--you're crazier than a diving loon!"
"Sure I'm crazy!" I agreed. "Only a baby with curvature of the brain could win back a cool eighty thousand on one spin of the wheel! But I'm sane enough not to want to thin out my take!"
"You'd flip a coin for one o' those flyin' coffins?"
"Why not?" I roared belligerently. "I've got five thousand that says I know what I'm doing! Five thousand against--the right to pick my own ship!"
I tripped myself then, deliberately by accident. I went sprawling over Pete's out-thrust right leg. When I picked myself up I must have looked as helpless as a new-born babe, because the yardmaster was gripping my arm and refusing to let go.
"You were saying, mister?"
He was seeing the halo, of course, the rim of gold about my head. I was pretty sure he wouldn't even ask me to cover my bet.
The copper piece on my palm seemed to fascinate him. He couldn't take his eyes from it.
"What will it be?" I asked.
He swallowed hard. "Heads!" he said.
I flipped the coin.
"Tails it is!" I told him.
He stared at my palm suspiciously. I grinned and handed him the copper piece. There was nothing wrong with it.
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