Larson couldn't possibly have known what wasgoing on in the engine room, yet he acted....
nes. I wouldn't draw a completely relieved breath until we were down and the stuff was in the hands of the commerce agents.
I eased my position slightly to relieve the pressure on my broken flipper and grinned at the pilot, Lucky Larson, the screwiest, most unpredictable void trotter who had ever flown for dear old Trans-Space.
"You've been too good to be true this trip," I said, "and it's a good thing. The chief told me that if you so much as thought about clowning around or stunting he was going to clip your wings for good."
Lucky grinned, an impish, devil-may-care grin that lightened up his freckled face and bunched the tiny wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. Then with characteristic abruptness he scowled.
"That grandmother," he said disgustedly. "Who does he think I am, anyway? Some crazy irresponsible madman who hasn't got enough brains to stay on a space be
A totally worthless, simplistic, idiotic story about juvenile behavior. Written at the 1st grade reading level, this story is an insult to anyone with an IQ over 80. Skip it.
Not great science fiction, but amusing if you've got a few minutes to kill.