evolved even out of that characteristic. Phonemes that once had been low-toned were now sounded back in the throat; formerly high-toned phonemes, were now forward in the throat. That sort of thing he had picked up from 'Oliver.'
Barker hinted delicately at it, and Baldwin slammed a figurative door in his face. 'I don't know,' he growled. 'I don't go asking smart questions.
You better not either.'
Four more threads were snapped from the fringe of Barker's tie before Baldwin came back, hungry for flattery. Barker was on shift, his head aching with the pointless, endless, unspeakably dull act of concentration when the big man shook his shoulder and growled: 'You can lay off. Seven, eight—it don't matter. The others can work harder.'
He slobbered thanks.
'Ah, that's all right. I got a good side to me too, see? I said to Lakhrut once—'
And so on, while the other units glared.
'Mr. Baldwin, this word khesor, does it mean the whole propulsion setup or the energy that makes it work? You say, `Lakhrut a'g khesor-takh'
for `Lakhrut is the boss of propulsion,' right?'
Baldwin's contempt was kindly. 'For a smart man you can ask some Goddamned stupid questions. What difference does it make?' He turned to inspect the globes for a moment and snarl at Ginny Stoss:
'What's the matter with you? You want the Pain again? Give!'
Her lips moved in her endless mutter and her globe flared bright.
The bull-necked man said confidingly: 'Of course I wouldn't really give her the Pain again. But you have to scare them a little from time to time.'
'Of course, Mr. Baldwin. You certainly know psychology.' One of these days I'm going to murder you, you bastard.
'Sure; it's the only way. Now, you know what ga'lt means?'
'No, Mr. Baldwin.'
The bull-necked pusher was triumphant. 'There is no word for it in English. It's something they can do and we can't. They can look right into your head if they want to. `Lakhrut ga'lt takh-lyurBaldwin' means
'Lakhrut looks right into underchief Baldwin's head and reads his mind.' '
'Do they do it all the time?'
'No. I think it's something they learn. I don't think all of them can do it either—or maybe not all of them learn to do it. I got a theory that Lakhrut's a ga'lt specialist.'
'Why, Mr. Baldwin?'
Baldwin grinned. 'To screen out troublemakers. No hard feelings, Oliver, but do you notice what a gutless bunch of people you got here?
Not a rebel in a carload. Chicken-livered. Don't take it personal—either you got it or you don't.'
'But you, Mr. Baldwin—why didn't the screening stop you?'
'I got a theory about that. I figure he let me through on purpose because they needed a hard guy to do just what I'm doing. After I got broke in on the globes it wasn't hardly any time at all before I got to be takh-lyur.'
You're wrong, you bastard. You're the yellowest coward aboard.
'That must be it, Mr. Baldwin. They know a leader when they see one.'
FOUR THREADS LATER he knew that he had acquired all of the language Baldwin had to give him. During his sleep period he went to old Stoss' chair. Stoss was on rest. He was saying vaguely to a gray-haired woman in the chair in front of his: 'Boston, Atlanta, Kansas City—all the prominent cities of the nation, my dear lady. I went in with a deck of cards and came out of each with a diamond ring and a well-filled wallet. My hands were sure, my voice was friendly—'
'Atlanta,' the woman sighed. 'The Mathematics Teachers Association met there in '87, or was it '88? I remember gardens with old brick walls
—or was that Charleston? Yes, I think it was Charleston.'
'—In one memorable session of stud behind locked doors in the old Muehlbach Hotel I was high on the third card with the Jack of clubs and the ten of diamonds, with the ace of clubs for my hole-card. Well, madam—'
'—We had terrible trouble in the school one year with the boys and girls gambling in the reactor room, and worse if you can believe it. The reactor man was their 'look-out,' so to speak, so naturally we tried to have him discharged. But the union wouldn't let—'
'—Well, madam, there was seven hundred-odd dollars in the pot—'
'Mr. Stoss,' Barker said.
The old man studied him coolly for a moment and then said: 'I don't believe I care to talk to you, sir. As I was saying, ma'am, there was—'
'I'm going to kill Baldwin,' Barker told him.
He was instantly alert, and instantly scared. 'But the danger,' he whispered. 'Won't they take it out on all of us? And he's a big brute—'
'So maybe he'll kill me. But I'm going to try. I want you to go to the latrine when Baldwin shows up next. Don't quite go in. Watch the corridor. If there's anybody coming, lift your hand. I'll only need a few seconds. Either way, it'll be finished by then.'
'The danger,' whispered Stoss. His eyes wandered to his daughter's chair. She was asleep. And her lips still moved in her endless muttering.
'All right,' the old man said at last. 'I'll help you.'
'Can you imagine that?' the woman said, still amazed after all these years. 'The man was caught in flagrente delicto, so to speak, and the union wouldn't let the principal discharge him without a full public hearing, and naturally the publicity would have been most distasteful so we were forced to—'
Barker padded back to his chair, a gaunt man in stinking rags, wild-haired and sporting a beard in which gray hairs were beginning to appear.
There had to be a lookout. Three times since takeoff Lakhrut had appeared in the doorway for a moment to stare at the units. Twice other people had actually come into the room with Baldwin to probe through the tangle of machinery down the center aisle with long, slender instruments.
It might have been one hour; it might have been seven. Baldwin appeared, followed by the little self-propelled cart. It began to make its rounds, stopping at each chair long enough for the bottle of water and the dish of soggy cake to be picked off. Stoss, looking perfectly innocent, passed Barker's chair.
Barker got up and went to the pusher. Stoss was looking through the door, and did not wave. The cart clicked and rolled to the next chair.
'Something wrong, Oliver?' Baldwin asked.
'I'm going to kill you, you bastard.'
'What?' Baldwin's mouth was open, but he dropped into a fighter's crouch instinctively.
His ankle hooked behind Baldwin's foot. The bullnecked man threw a punch which he ducked, and tried to clinch when he butted him in the chest. Baldwin went sprawling into the tangle of machinery at the same spot where the man from Rupp City had fried. There were sparks and stench. Then it was over.
Baldwin's mouth was still open and his body contorted. Barker could imagine him saying: 'You think I'm inhuman? You think I want to drive the units like I do?' And he could also imagine him roaring: 'Give, Goddamn you!'
Steadily Barker went back to his seat in time for the cart to click by.
Stoss, his face a perfect blank, padded back from the latrine. A murmur and stir grew louder in the big rectangular room.
CHAPTER VI
LAKHRUT was lying in his hammock in the dark, his fingers idly reading. It should have been a manual; instead it was an historical romance. His fingers skipped a half-page describing an old-style meal and slowed to absorb the
