from the scooter. 'I relieve you, sir,' the pilot told Matt. 'Shinny out there and make that line fast.'
A few minutes later the scooter was secured to platform Bee-for-Busy and the cadets were filing into the platform's airlock. Matt located Oscar and Tex in the suiting room and they undressed together. 'What did you think of that contact?' Matt said to them, with studied casualness.
'All right, I guess,' answered Tex. 'What about it?' .
'I made it.'
Oscar raised his eyebrows. 'You did? Nice going, kid.'
Tex looked amazed. 'The pilot let you jockey it? On your first trip?'
'Well, why not? You think I'm kidding?'
'No, I'm just impressed. May I touch you? How about an autograph?'
'Oh, come off it!'
They were, of course, in the free-fall part of the Station. As soon as they had stowed their suits, they hurried to the centrifuged belt frequented by the traveling public. Oscar knew his way around somewhat, having changed ships at the Station when he was a candidate, and led them to the door at the axis of rotation-the only possible place to pass from the free-fall zone to the weight zone.
From the axis they went down several levels, past offices and private quarters to the first of the public levels. It was, in effect, a wide, brightly lighted street, with a high ceiling and with slideways down the middle. Shops and restaurants lined it. The slideways curved up and away in the distance,
for the corridor curved completely around the Station. 'This,' Oscar told them, 'is Paradise Walk.'
'I see why,' agreed Tex, and gave a low whistle. The others followed his gaze. A tall, willowy blonde, dressed in some blue wisps of nothing much, was looking in the display window of a jewelry shop.
'Take it easy, Tex,' advised Oscar. 'She's taller than you are.'
'I like them tall,' Tex answered. 'Watch me.'
He sauntered over to the young woman. Matt and Oscar could not hear his opening remark, but it did not offend her, for she laughed. Then she looked him up and down with cool amusement and spoke. Her voice carried quite clearly. 'I am married and at least ten years older than you are. I never pick up cadets.'
Tex appeared to tuck his tail between his legs and slunk back toward his friends. He started to say, fiercely, 'Well, you can't rule a guy out for try-,' when the woman called out:
'Wait a moment! All three of you.' She came up to them and looked from Matt to Oscar, 'You are youngsters, aren't you?'
'Youngster cadets, yes, ma'am,' answered Oscar.
She fumbled in her jewelled pouch. 'If you want to have some fun and meet some younger girls, you might try this address.' She handed Oscar a card.
He looked startled and said, 'Thank you, ma'am.'
'Not at all.' She moved away and managed to lose herself in the crowd at once.
'What does it say?' demanded Matt.
Oscar looked at it, then held it out. 'Read it.'
Terra Station First Baptist Church Ralph Smiley, D.D., Pastor
SOCIAL HALL
#2437, Level 'C'
Tex grinned. 'Well, you can't say I scored a clean miss.'
There ensued an argument. Matt and Tex wanted to go at once to the social hall; Oscar insisted that he was hungry and wanted some civilized food. The longer they argued the more reasonable seemed Oscar's case. Finally Tex switched sides and Matt gave in to the majority.
He regretted it a few minutes later, when he saw the prices on the menu. The restaurant they selected was a tourist trap, a fancy dining room with an adjoining bar. It had human waiters instead of automatic tables and items were priced accordingly.
Tex saw the expression on his face. 'Relax, Matt,' he told him. 'This is on me-Pop sent- me a check.'
'Oh, I wouldn't want to do that.'
'Want to fight?'
Matt grinned. 'Okay, thanks.'
Oscar said, 'How hard shall we punish you, Tex? Tea and toast?'
'Anything you want. Let's really celebrate. Which reminds me-I think we ought to have a drink.'
'Huh?' said Oscar. 'And have an M.P. catch us? No, thank you.'
Matt started to protest but Tex stood up. 'Just leave this to Father Jarman. It's high time you two poor, underprivileged outlanders tasted a real old Southern mint julep.' He started for the bar. Oscar shrugged.
Tex scouted out the bar before entering. There were no cadets, of course; more important there were no officers and no marine M.P.'s. The hour was early and the bar almost deserted. He went up to the bartender. 'Can you make a mint julep?' he asked.
The bartender looked up and answered, 'Beat it. I'm not supposed to serve you liquor. This is off limits to cadets.'
'I didn't ask you if this was off limits-I asked you if you could make a mint julep.' Tex slid a bill across the counter. 'Three mint juleps, in fact.'
The barman eyed the bill. Finally he caused it to disappear. 'Go on back into the dining room.'
'Right!' said Tex.
A few minutes later a waiter placed a complete tea service In front of them, but the teapot did not contain tea. Tex poured out the drink, splitting it carefully three ways, in teacups. 'Here's to you, chums-drink up.'
Matt took a sip. 'It tastes like medicine,' he announced.
'Like medicine?' Tex protested. 'This noble potion? I'll meet you at dawn, -coffee and pistols for two.'
'I still say it tastes like medicine. What do you think of It, Oscar?'
'It's not bad.'
Matt pushed his aside. 'Aren't you going to drink it?' asked Tex.
'No. Thanks, Tex, really-but I think it would make me sick. I guess I'm a sissy.'
'Well, we won't waste it.' He picked up Mart's cup and poured some into his own. 'Split it with me, Oscar?'
'No. You go ahead.'
'Okay, if you say so.' He poured the rest into his cup.
When the food they ordered was served, Tex was no longer interested. While Matt and Oscar were busily chewing he kept urging them to sing. 'Come on, Oscar! You can learn it.'
'I can't sing.'
'Sure you can. I've heard you sing, with the Hog Alley band. Ill sing the verse, we'll all clap, then hit the chorus together: 'Deep in ... the heart of ... Texas!' Like that.'
'Shut up,' said Oscar, 'or you'll be deep in the heart of trouble.'
'Kill-joy! Come on, Matt.'
'I can't sing with my mouth full.'
'Look,' said Oscar to Matt, in a tense, low voice. 'Do you see what I see?'
Matt looked and saw Lieutenant Wong entering the far end of the dining room. He went to a table, sat down, looked around, spotted the table of cadets, nodded, and started studying a menu. 'Oh, mother!' Matt breathed softly.
'Then we'll sing 'loway,' ' announced Tex. 'I'm broad-minded.'
'We won't sing anything. For the love of Mike, Tex- shut up! An officer just came into the joint.'
'Where?' demanded Tex. 'Invite him over. I don't hold any grudges. They're good boys, all of 'em, the stinkers. Matt shot a quick glance at Lieutenant Wong and was dismayed to see the officer crooking a finger at him, beckoning. He got up and walked stiffly toward the officer.
'Dodson-'
'Yes, sir.'
'Go back and tell Jarman to quiet down before I have to come over there and ask him what his name is.'
'Uh-aye aye, sir!'
When he got back to the table, Tex was already quiet and appeared sobered but very much puzzled. Oscar's usually pleasant face was dark with anger. 'What's the verdict?'
