sibly it was due to the fact that his father was the commander
of a Shortliner and most of his formative years had been spent in
space. To Kennon, accustomed to the timeless horror of hyper
space, all planets were good, broad open places where a man could
breathe unfiltered air and look for miles across distances
unbroken by dually bulk heads and safety shields. On a planet
there were spaciousness and freedom and after the claustrophobic
confinement of a hyper ship any world was paradise. Kennon
sighed, finished his letters, and placed them in the mail chute.
Perhaps, this time, there would be a favorable reply.
Kennon was startled by the speed with which his letters were
answered. Accustomed to the slower pace of Beta he had expected a
week would elapse before the first reply, but within twenty-four
hours nine of his twelve inquiries were returned. Five expressed
the expected "Thank you but I feel that your asking salary is a
bit high in view of you