"An entrepreneur," said Jarth. "In personal services."
Lan Barda became serious. "There's the signal—it's time to go down. Let's go, Jarth, before somebody else gets them all."
n hour later, it was Lan Barda's turn to be nervous. He watched a needle creep into the red zone.
"Hurry, Jarth. We've been on this planet long enough. That fifth cobalt bomb is sending the index up fast. Can't you skip these last few?"
"Oh, no. Very unethical to leave these three here to die. Must take a small chance, you know. Besides, see the sign on that taxi—just married. A fine young couple. And a fine young taxi driver. Couldn't sleep if I didn't help these three."
"Couldn't sleep thinking of the profit you'd passed up. Here, let me take that one. We have to get out of here fast."
Jarth Rolan fluttered anxiously about the pilot until they were safely above the poisoned atmosphere.
"How many?" he asked. "Did we fill the ship?"