Saturn moved visibly across the sky, its vast bulk inching below the horizon.
Rioz said, ‘How many ships are left to put in place?’
Swenson said, ‘Last I heard, it was eleven. We’re in now, so that leaves only ten. Seven of the ones that are placed are iced in. ‘Iwo or three are dismantled.’
‘We’re coming along fine.’
‘There’s plenty to do yet. Don’t forget the main jets at the other end. And the cables and the power lines. Sometimes I wonder if we’ll make it. On the way out, it didn’t bother me so much, but just now I was sitting at the controls and I was saying, ‘We won’t make it. We’ll sit out here and starve and die with nothing but Saturn over us.’ It makes me feel—’
He didn’t explain how it made him feel. He just sat there.
Rioz said, ‘You think too damn much.’’
‘It’s different with you,’ said Swenson. ‘I keep thinking of Pete – and Dora.’
‘What for? She said you could go, didn’t she? The Commissioner gave her that talk on patriotism and how you’d be a hero and set for life once you got back, and she said you could go. You didn’t sneak out the way Adams did.’
‘Adams is different. That wife of his should have been shot when she was born. Some women can make hell for a guy, can’t they? She didn’t want him to go – but she’d probably rather he didn’t come back if she can get his settlement pay.’’
‘What’s your kick, then? Dora wants you back, doesn’t she?’
Swenson sighed. ‘I never treated her right.’
‘You turned over your pay, it seems to me. I wouldn’t do that for any woman. Money for value received, not a cent more.’
‘Money isn’t it. I get to thinking out here. A woman likes company. A kid needs his father. What am I doing ‘way out here?’
‘Getting set to go home.’ ‘Ah-h, you don’t understand.’’
8
Ted Long wandered over the ridged surface of the ring fragment with his spirits as icy as the ground he walked on. It had all seemed perfectly logical back on Mars, but that was Mars. He had worked it out carefully in his mind in perfectly reasonable steps. He could still remember exactly how it went.
It didn’t take a ton of water to move a ton of ship. It was not mass equals mass, but mass times velocity equals mass times velocity. It didn’t matter, in other words, whether you shot out a ton of water at a mile a second or a hundred pounds of water at twenty miles a second. You got the same final velocity out of the ship.
That meant the jet nozzles had to be made narrower and the steam hotter. But then drawbacks appeared. The narrower the nozzle, the more energy was lost in friction and turbulence. The hotter the steam, the more refractory the nozzle had to be and the shorter its life. The limit in that direction was quickly reached.
Then, since a given weight of water could move considerably more than its own weight under the narrow-nozzle conditions, it paid to be big. The bigger the water-storage space, the larger the size of the actual travel-head, even in proportion. So they started to make liners heavier and bigger. But then the larger the shell, the heavier the bracings, the more difficult the weldings, the more exacting the engineering requirements. At the moment, the limit in that direction had been reached also.
And then he had put his finger on what had seemed to him to be the basic flaw – the original unswervable conception that the fuel had to be placed inside the ship; the metal had to be built to encircle a million tons of water.
Why? Water did not have to be water. It could be ice, and ice could be shaped. Holes could be melted into it. Travel-heads and jets could be fitted into it. Cables could hold travel-heads and jets stiffly together under the influence of magnetic field-force grips.
Long felt the trembling of the ground he walked on. He was at the head of the fragment. A dozen ships were blasting in and out of sheaths carved in its substance, and the fragment shuddered under the continuing impact.
The ice didn’t have to be’ quarried. It existed in proper chunks in the rings of Saturn. That’s all the rings were-pieces of nearly pure ice, circling Saturn. So spectroscopy stated and so it had turned out to be. He was standing on one such piece now, over two miles long, nearly one mile thick. It was almost half a billion tons of water, all in one piece, and he was standing on it.
But now he was face to face with the realities of life. He had never told the men just how quickly he had expected to set up the fragment as a ship, but in his heart, he had imagined it would be two days. It was a week now and he didn’t dare to estimate the remaining time. He no longer even had any confidence that the task was a possible one. Would they be able to control jets with enough delicacy through leads slung across two miles of ice to manipulate out of Saturn’s dragging gravity?
Drinking water was low, though they could always distill more out of the ice. Still, the food stores were not in a good way either.
He paused, looking up into the sky, eyes straining. Was the object growing larger? He ought to measure its distance. Actually, he lacked the spirit to add that trouble to the others. His mind slid back to greater immediacies.
Morale, at least, was high. The men seemed to enjoy being out Saturn-way. They were the first humans to penetrate this far, the first to pass the asteroids, the first to see Jupiter like a glowing pebble to the naked eye, the first to see Saturn – like that.
He didn’t think fifty practical, case-hardened, shell-snatching Scavengers would take time to feel that sort of emotion. But they did. And they were proud.
Two men and a half-buried ship slid up the moving horizon as he walked.
He called crisply, ‘Hello, there!’
Rioz answered, ‘That you, Ted?’
‘You bet. Is that Dick with you?’
‘Sure. Come on, sit down. We were just getting ready to ice in and we were looking for an excuse to delay.’
‘I’m not,’ said Swenson promptly. ‘When will we be leaving, Ted?’
‘As soon as we get through. That’s no answer, is it?’
Swenson said dispiritedly, ‘I suppose there isn’t any other answer.’
Long looked up, staring at the irregular bright splotch in the sky.
Rioz followed his glance. ‘What’s the matter?’
For a moment, Long did not reply. The sky was black otherwise and the ring fragments were an orange dust against it. Saturn was more than three fourths below the horizon and the rings were going with it. Half a mile away a ship bounded past the icy rim of the planetoid into the sky, was orange-lit by Saturn-light, and sank down again.
