"That's more than you've got now," snapped Loring. "All right, Manning, you're in!"
Roger smiled for the first time. "When do we blast off?"
"As soon as we get that space wagon in shape we hit the deep!" said Loring.
"I think I need a drink on that," said Shinny. He yelled for the bartender, who brought rocket juice and Martian fizz.
Roger picked up the glass of the sweet water and glanced around the table.
"What's the name of that space wagon you've got buried in the jungles, Mr. Shinny?"
"Ain't got no name," said Shinny.
Roger paused, a slight smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "Then I propose we name her after the hearts of each of us here at the table."
"What's that?" asked Loring.
"Space Devil," said Roger.