He lowered his book and peered at me over his glasses. 'I guess you can let him up now. He was still at Peterson Field, with one of Skyways' best stratoships waiting for him outside, waiting to take him to whatever point on the globe LeCroix might ground. His contacts were able to account for every pound of X-fuel in short order-save for Costa Rica's allotment.
But when I urged him to go on, he said, I think I'll just rest a little while, Jack. The constellations here were distorted out of easy recognition, although he could recognize, he decided, the cool blue of Vega and the orange glow of Antares. ' 'Suit yourself. 'Yes, thanks!' He swung a dural ladder down over the wide tread and I climbed into the cab.
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