"Looks like a matter of finding the right stuff," said Walt. "Don, what about running the station charge up as Wes says?"
"No dice. The station is too big. Besides, the charge-changing gear would be overworked all over the station to maintain the charge, once made.
"Take the Relay Girl out and try it, Wes."
"Come along?"
"We don't mind if we do," grinned Walt, winking at Don. "There'll be nothing didding about business until we get a medium of exchange."
The Reverend Thomas Doylen speared Keg Johnson with a fishy glance and thundered: "A plague on both your houses!"
Johnson grinned unmercifully. "You didn't get that one out of the Bible," he said.
"But it is none the less true," came the booming reply.
"So what? Mind telling me what I'm doomed to eternal damnation for?"