"And on the way," said Babs. "When they're not watching, you might kiss me."
They had a considerable pile of the red-fleshed fruits ready when the ground had cooled enough for them to reach the landing-sling.
Once aboard the ship, Cochrane headed for the control-room, with Jamison and Bell tagging after him. Bell had an argument.
"But the volcano's calmed down—there's only a wall of steam where the lava hit the glaciers—and we could fix up a story in a couple of hours! I've got background shots! You and Babs could make the story-scenes and we'd have a castaway story! Perfect! The first true castaway story from the stars—. You know what that would mean!"
Cochrane snarled at him.
"Try it and I'll tear you limb from limb! I've put enough of other people's private lives on the screen! My own stays off! I'm not going to have even a phoney screen-show built around Babs and me for people to gabble about!"
Bell said in an injured tone:
"I'm only trying to do a good job! I started off on this business as a writer. I haven't had a real chance to show what I can do with this sort of material!"
"Forget it!" Cochrane snapped again. "Stick to your cameras!"
Jamison said hopefully: