Oh, well.
He pulled himself erect and made his way to the bunk. The kid was awake. He grinned down at her and said, "How's it going, Lillian?"
Her eyes seemed glazed, even worse than they'd been yesterday, but she tried to smile back at him. "All right," she whispered, her child's voice so low he could hardly make it out. "Where's mother...."
Phil Mooney held a finger to his lips. "Maybe you'd better not talk too much, Lillian. Your mother and father are ... they're all right. The thing now is to get you to the hospital and make you well again. Understand?"
Kitty Kildare was saying indignantly, "What's this about no insurance on Luna?"
"Use your head, Kitty," Jake grunted. "What company'd be crazy enough to insure anybody working on Luna? By the way, that was a good piece on Mooney and the Marshall kid."
"Did you read it?" Kitty Kildare was pleased.
He shuddered. "No, but the letters have been pouring in. Maybe you ought to do another. Take it from some other angle this time."
"That's why I wanted to know about the insurance. Do you realize that this child, this poor, sick, defenseless child, is penniless? Actually, I mean. Bad enough that her parents have left her an orphan, but, Jake, that child is penniless."