"Certainly," Harvey explained. "What about it?"
"How much did it cost us?"
Harvey's eyebrows puckered. Suddenly he started laughing. "You're right, Joseph. We paid forty-six redsents for it on Venus. So, after all that transacting of business, we made four redsents!"
"Four redsents, hell!" Joe snapped. "That was the sales tax!"
He glared; then a smile lifted his mouth. "You remember those yokels on Mars' Flatlands, and the way they worshipped gold?"
"Goldbricks!" Harvey said succinctly.
Grinning, Joe set the robot-controls for Mars.