He hooked up the radio circuit, and the blond, long-nosed head of Richard Swenson, copilot of the next ship on the Marsward side, filled it.
“Hey, Mario,” said Swenson.
“Hi. What’s new?”
There was a second and a fraction of pause between that and Swen-son’s next comment, since the speed of electromagnetic radiation is not infinite.
“What a day I’ve had.”
“Something happened?” Rioz asked.
“I had a strike.”
“Well, good.”
“Sure, if I’d roped it in,” said Swenson morosely.
“What happened?”