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‘Mind your blood pressure, Hazel’, her son advised.
‘You mind yours.’ She looked up at hiin and suddenly grinned. ‘I should ha’
drilled her, podnuh - like this.’ She made a fast draw to demonstrate, then,
before returning the weapon to its holster, opened the charge chamber and
removed a cough drop. This she inserted through the pass valve of her
helmet and caught it on her tonue. Sucking it, she continued. ‘Just the same,
son, that did it. Your mind may not be made up; mine is. Luna is getting to be
like any other ant hill. I’m going out somewhere to find elbow room, about a
quarter of a billion miles of it’
‘How about your pension?’
‘Pension be hanged! I got along all right before I had it’ Hazel’ along with the
other remaining Founding Fathers - and mothers - of the lunar colony, had
been awarded a lifetime pension from a grateful city. This might be for a long
period, despite her age, as the normal human life span under the biologically
easy conditions of the Moon’s low gravity had yet to be determined; the Luna
city geriatrics clinic regularly revised the estimate upwards.
She continued, ‘How about you? Are you going to stay here, like a sardine in
a can? Better grab your chance, son, before they run you for office again.
Oueen to king’s bishop three, Lowell.’


19
 ‘We’ll see. Pressure is down; let’s get moving.’
Castor and Pollux carefully stayed out of the discussion; things were shaping
up.
As well as Dealer Dan’s lot, the government salvage yard and that of the
Bankrupt Hungarian were, of course, close by the spaceport The Hungarian’s
lot sported an ancient sun-tarnished sign - BARGAINS! BARGAINS!!
BARGAINS!!! GOING OUT OF BUSINESS - but there were no bargains
there, as Mr Stone decided in ten minutes and Hazel in five. The government
salvage yard held mostly robot freighters without living qnarters - one-trip
ships, the interplanetary equivalent of disarded packing cases - and obsolete
military craft unsuited for most private uses. They ended up at Ekizian’s lot.
Pollux headed at once for the ship he and his brother had picked out. His
father immediately called him back ‘Hey,’ Pol! What’s your hurry?’
‘Don’t you want to see our ship?’
‘Your ship? Are you still laboring under the fancy that I am going to let you
two refugees from a correction school buy that Deiroiter?’
‘Huh? Then what did we come out here for?’
‘I want to look at some ships. But I am not interested in a Detroiter VII.’
Pollux said, ‘Huh! See here, Dad, we aren’t going to settle for a jumpbug. We
need a - ‘The rest of his protest was cut off as Castor reached over and
switched off his walkie-talkie; Castor picked it up:
‘What sort of a ship, Dad? Pol and I have looked over most of these heaps,
one time or another.’
‘Well, nothing fancy. A conservative family job. Let’s look at that Hanshaw up
ahead.’
Hazel said’ ‘I thought you said Hanshaws were fuel hogs, Roger?’
‘True, but they are very comfortable. You can’t have everything.’
‘Why not?’