He closed the key that would guard against accidental activation of the controls and, enjoying the ability to walk even at one-sixth his normal weight, went about securing loose objects. When the space-suited figures outside signaled, he was ready for the tilt.
Once under the dome, he strode out through the airlock as if innocent of any thought but getting breakfast. He exchanged greetings with some of the tow crew, turned over his manifesto to the yawning checker who met him, and headed for the entrance of the tunnel to the main part of the settlement.
Only when he had chosen a monorail car and started off along the tunnel toward the underground city a mile away did he let himself wonder about Kathi Foster.
"Her problem now," he muttered, but he felt a little sorry for her despite his view that she needed to grow up.
Later in the "day," he reported to transportation headquarters.
"Hiya, Pete!" grinned Les Snowdon, chief of the section. "All set for the Ruby Planet?"
Dudley grimaced. "I suppose so," he said. "Left my locker mostly packed, except for what I'll need for a couple of days. When do we go out and who's the crew?"
"Jarkowski, Campiglia, and Wells. You have three days to make merry and one to sober up."
"I sober fast," said Dudley.