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42 ASTOUNDING SCIENCE FICTION weight—about eight hundred pounds he thought. He weighed five times that. q The ramp was obviously never built to support such a load. He hesitated, and then he realised that he had caught the eye of the stewardess waiting on the ground. A little panicky, he stepped out with one © foot and he was horrified to feel the steel buckle. He drew back hastily and — threw a quick glance at the stewardess. Fortunately at the moment she was ~ looking down one field and waving at someone. The ramp floor was supported by steel tubes at its edges and in its exact — center. He tentatively put one foot in the middle over the support and 4% gradually shifted his weight to it. The metal complained creakily, but held, and he slowly trod the exact center line to Earth. The stewardess’ back was turned toward him as he walked off across the field toward the customhouse. He found it comforting to have under his feet what felt like at least one. | yard of cement. He could step briskly and not be afraid of betraying himself. — There was one further danger: the customs inspector. He took his place at the end of the line and waited patiently until it led | him up to a desk at which a uniformed man sat, busily checking and stamping — declarations and traveling papers. The official, however, did not even look up when he handed him his passport and identification. ‘Human. You don’t have to go through immigration,” the agent said. | “Do you have anything to declare?”’ “N-no,” the traveler said. “I d-didn’t bring anything in.” “Sign the affidavit,” the agent said and pushed a sheet of paper toward him. The traveler picked up a pen from the desk and signed ‘“‘Jon Hall” in a clear, perfect script. The agent gave it a passing glance and tossed it into a wire basket. Then he pushed his uniform cap back exposing a bald head. “You’re my last customer for a while, until the rocket from Sirius comes in. Guess I might 4 as well relax for a minute.’ He reached into a drawer of the desk and pulled out a package of cigarettes, of which he lit one. ““You been in the war, too?” he asked. Hall nodded. He did not want to talk any more than he had to. The agent studied his face. ‘“That’s funny,” he said after a minute. “I never would have picked you | for one of these so-called adventurers. You’re too quiet and peaceful looking. | J would have you put down as a doctor or maybe a writer.” “N-no,” Hall said. “I w-was in the war.” “Well, that shows you can’t tell by looking at a fellow,” the agent said philosophically. He handed Hall his papers. ‘There you are. The left door 4 leads out to the copter field. Good luck on Earth!” Hall pocketed the stamped documents. “Thanks,” he said. “I’m glad to | be here.” He walked down the wide station room to a far exit and pushed the door open. A few steps farther and he was standing on a cement path dug into a hillside. Across the valley, bright in the noon sun lay the pine covered slopes of the Argus mountains, and at his feet the green Mojave flowering with orchards THE STUTTERER | 43 stretched far to the north and south. Between the trees, in the center of the valley, the Sacramento River rolled southward in a man-made bed of con- crete and steel giving water and life to what had a century before been dry dead earth. There was a small outcropping of limestone near the cement walk, and he stepped over to it and sat down. He would have been happy to rest and enjoy for a few moments his escape and his triumph, but he had to let the others know so that they might have hope. : He. closed his eyes and groped across the stars toward Grismet. Almost immediately he felt an impatient tug at his mind, strong because there were many clamoring at once to be heard. He counted them. There were seventeen. So one more had been captured since he had left Grismet. “Be quiet,” he told them. “Il let you see, after a while. First I have to reach the two of us that are still free.” | Obediently, the seventeen were still, and he groped some more and found another of his kind deep in an ice cave in the polar regions of Grismet. “How goes it?” he asked. The figure on Grismet lay stretched out at full length on the blue ice, his eyes closed. He answered without moving: ““They discovered my radiation about an hour ago. Pretty soon, they’ll start blasting through the ice.” The one on Earth felt the chill despair of his comrade and let go. He groped about again until he found the last one, the only other one left. He was squatting in the cellar of a warehouse in the main city of Grismet. ‘“Have they picked up your trail yet?’”’ he asked. | “No,” answered the one in thecellar. ‘“They won’t for a while. I’ve scattered depots of radiation all through the town. They'll be some time tracking them all down, before they can get to me.” In a flash.of his mind, Hall revealed his escape and the one on Grismet nodded and said: “‘Be careful. Be very careful. You are our only hope.” Hall returned then to the seventeen, and he said with his thoughts: “All right, now you can look.” Immobile in their darkness, they snatched at his mind, and as he opened his eyes, they, too, saw the splendors of the mountains and the valley, the blue sky, and the gold sun high overhead. The new man was young, only twenty-six. He was lean and dark and very enthusiastic about his work. He sat straight in his chair waiting attentively while his superior across the desk leafed through a folder. “Jordan, Tom Jordan.” the older man finally said. ““A nice old Earth name. I suppose your folks came from there.” “Yes, sir,” the new man said briskly. The chief closed the folder. “Well,” he said, “‘your first job is a pretty important one.” ‘I realize that, sir,” Jordan said. “I know it’s a great responsibility for a man just starting with the Commission, but [ll give it everything I have.” The chief leaned back in his seat and scratched his chin thoughtfully. ‘Normally we start a beginner like you working in a pair with an older man. But we just haven’t got enough are al grea here, ol a thousand planets there’”’—he pointed th MLC 2OOKS .com