d**k SIMMONS lay on his bed, his hands behind his head, wondering if the bitterness and the pain would ever stop.
He had pushed his luck too far. He had had two wonderful breaks; then, without thinking, he had expected somehow to be given a third. What had happened to him was his own fault, and that was what hurt the most. If only he had used his head!
But he hadn’t. By turning and looking out the window, he could see the huge, graceful form of Spacemaster I. He could have been appointed a representative of the whole project; but instead he had to leave, go home, and blame himself for the rest of his life for having made a disastrous decision.
Spacemaster IHe shut off the thought. He didn’t want to think any more, about anything.
David MacDonald closed his book and got to his feet. “Le
