"Well, I'm going to do something practical. First of all, I want to turn over all my geological samples to the government. Then I'm going to sell my life story to the movies and then—why, then, I think I'll get drunk!"
Everybody laughed and Chapman turned to Klein.
"How about you, Julius?"
Klein looked solemn. "Like Dick, I'll first get rid of my obligations to the expedition. Then I think I'll go home and see my wife."
They were quiet. "I thought all members of the groups were supposed to be single," Donley said.
"They are. And I can see their reasons for it. But who could pass up the money the Commission was paying?"
"If I had to do it all over again? Me," said Donley promptly.
They laughed. Somebody said: "Go play your record, Chap. Today's the day for it."
The phonograph was a small, wind-up model that Chapman had smuggled in when he had landed with the First group. The record was old and the shellac was nearly worn off, but the music was good.
Way Back Home by Al Lewis.