"Oh, you hannaforge are all beasa-taga-sanimort. If you rue amount it, how do you respench a pure woman to ansver go-samak—"
"I'll get it!" they heard Johnson mutter.
Then the sound of giant feet crossing the barroom floor reached their ears, and a shrill question: "What's that, Papa?"
"A fortune, Jed! Those fakers are damned fools, selling us a thing like—"
Joe gazed at Harvey admiringly. "Another one sold? Harv, that spiel pulls them in like an ether storm!"
Together with the remarkable planetoid man, they reached the ship. Above them, dark, tumbling shapes blotted out the stars and silently moved on. Joe opened the gangway door.
"Come on in, pal," he said to Genius. "We're shoving off."
The planetoid man grinned foolishly. "Can't go arong with you," he said with an apologetic manner. "I rike to, but pressure fratten me out if I go."
"What in solar blazes are you talking about?" Harvey asked.
"I grow up on pranetoid," Genius explained. "On big pranet, too much pressure for me."