The two salesmen looked narrowly at each other.
"Did Johnson know that when he sold you?" Joe snarled.
"Oh, sure." The silly grin became wider than ever. "Peopre from Earth buy me rots of times. I never reave pranetoid, though."
"Joseph," Harvey said ominously, "that slick colonist has put one over upon us. What is our customary procedure in that event?"
"We tear him apart," Joe replied between his teeth.
"Not Mister Johnson," advised Genius. "Have gun and badge. He shoot you first and then rock you up in prison."
Harvey paused, his ominous air vanishing. "True. There is also the fact, Joseph, that when he discovers the scrambled rectifier in the radio we sold him, he will have been paid back in full for his regrettable dishonesty."
Unwillingly, Joe agreed. While Genius retreated to a safe distance, they entered the ship and blasted off. Within a few minutes the automatic steering pilot had maneuvered them above the plane of the asteroid belt.
"I got kind of dizzy," Joe said, "there were so many deals back and forth. How much did we make on the sucker?"