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who had not only seen a horse, but actually ridden one. That in itself was worth a story in the Times.

Tom and Abdullah, who were fussing around the engines, heard that. They knocked off what they were doing and began asking him questions⁠—I suppose he thought they were awfully silly, but he answered all of them patiently⁠—about horses and riding. I was looking at a couple of spare power-unit cartridges, like the one Al Devis had strained his back on, clamped to the deck out of the way.

They were only as big as a one-liter jar, rounded at one end and flat at the other where the power cable was connected, but they weighed close to two hundred pounds apiece. Most of the weight was on the outside; a dazzlingly bright plating of collapsium⁠—collapsed matter, the electron shell collapsed onto the nucleus and the atoms in actual physical contact⁠—and absolutely nothing but nothing could get through it. Inside was about a kilogram of strontium-90; it would keep on emitting electrons for twenty-five years, normally, but there was a miniature plutonium reactor, itself shielded with collapsium, which, among other things, speeded that process up considerably. A cartridge was good for about five years; two of them kept the engines in operation.

The engines themselves converted the electric current from the power cartridges into magnetic current, and lifted the ship and propelled it. Abdullah was explaining that to Murell and Murell seemed to be getting it satisfactorily.

Finally, we left them; Murell wanted to see the sunset some more and went up to the conning tower where Joe and RamĂłn were, and I decided to take a nap while I had a chance.

Practice, 50 mm Gun

It seemed as though I had barely fallen asleep before I was wakened by the ship changing direction and losing altitude. I knew there were clouds coming in from the east, now, on the lower air currents, and I supposed that Joe was taking the Javelin below them to have a look at the surface of the sea. So I ran up to the conning tower, and when I got there I found that the lower clouds were solid over us, it was growing dark, and another hunter-ship was approaching with her lights on.

“Who is she?” I asked.

“Bulldog, Nip Spazoni,” Joe told me. “Nip’s bringing my saloon fighter aboard, and he wants to meet Mr. Murell.”

I remembered that the man who had roughed up the Ravick goon in Martian Joe’s had made his getaway from town in the Bulldog. As I watched, the other ship’s boat dropped out from her stern, went end-over-end for an instant, and then straightened out and came circling around astern of us, matching our speed and ejecting a magnetic grapple.

Nip Spazoni and another man climbed out with life lines fast to their belts and crawled along our upper deck, catching life lines that were thrown out to them and snapping onto them before casting loose the ones from their boat. Somebody at the lock under the conning tower hauled them in.

Nip Spazoni’s name was Old Terran Italian, but he had slanted Mongoloid eyes and a sparse little chin-beard, which accounted for his nickname. The amount of intermarriage that’s gone on since the First Century, any resemblance between people’s names and their appearances is purely coincidental. Oscar Fujisawa, who looks as though his name ought to be Lief Ericsson, for example.

“Here’s your prodigal, Joe,” he was saying, peeling out of his parka as he came up the ladder. “I owe him a second gunner’s share on a monster, fifteen tons of wax.”

“Hey, that was a good one. You heading home, now?” Then he turned to the other man, who had followed Nip up the ladder. “You didn’t do a very good job, Bill,” he said. “The so-and-so’s out of the hospital by now.”

“Well, you know who takes care of his own,” the crewman said. “Give me something for effort; I tried hard enough.”

“No, I’m not going home yet,” Nip was answering. “I have hold-room for the wax of another one, if he isn’t bigger than ordinary. I’m going to go down on the bottom when the winds start and sit it out, and then try to get a second one.” Then he saw me. “Well, hey, Walt; when did you turn into a monster-hunter?”

Then he was introduced to Murell, and he and Joe and the man from Argentine Exotic Organics sat down at the chart table and Joe yelled for a pot of coffee, and they started talking prices and quantities of wax. I sat in, listening. This was part of what was going to be the big story of the year. Finally they got that talked out, and Joe asked Nip how the monsters were running.

“Why, good; you oughtn’t to have any trouble finding one,” Nip said. “There must have been a Nifflheim of a big storm off to the east, beyond the Lava Islands. I got mine north of Cape Terror. There’s huge patches of sea-spaghetti drifting west, all along the coast of Hermann Reuch’s Land. Here.” He pulled out a map. “You’ll find it all along here.”

Murell asked me if sea-spaghetti was something the monsters ate. His reading-up still had a few gaps, here and there.

“No, it’s seaweed; the name describes it. Screwfish eat it; big schools of them follow it. Gulpers and funnelmouths and bag-bellies eat screwfish, and monsters eat them. So wherever you find spaghetti, you can count on finding a monster or two.”

“How’s the weather?” Joe was asking.

“Good enough, now. It was almost full dark when we finished the cutting-up. It was raining; in fifty or sixty hours it ought to be getting pretty bad.” Spazoni pointed on the map. “Here’s about where I think you ought to try, Joe.”

I screened the Times, after Nip went back to his own ship. Dad said that Bish Ware had called in, with nothing to report but a vague suspicion that something nasty was cooking. Steve

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