Virgin Willie led off and they followed him. Ross’s knees were shaky. The virago had not known that to Helena “young” meant “stupid.”
The cook absently acknowledged smiles and nods as they walked. He was, obviously, a character. Between salutes he delivered a low-voiced, rapid-fire reaming to Ross and Helena. “Silly stunt. Didn’t you hear about the riots? Supposed to be arms caches somewhere here on the south side. Everybody’s nerves absolutely ragged. Somebody gets
smashed up in traffic, they blame it on us. Don’t care where you’re from. Watch it next time.”
“We will, Willie,” Helena said contritely. “And I think you run an awfully nice restaurant.”
“Yeah,” said Ross, looking at her.
Willie muttered, “I guess you’re clear. You still staying at that hot pilot’s hangout? This is where we say good-by, then. You turn left.”
‘Te waddled on down the street. Helena said instantly, “I oon’t remember a thing, Ross.”
“Okay,” he said. “You don’t remember a thing.”
She looked relieved and said brightly, “So let’s get back to the hotel.”
“Okay,” he said. Climbed the bar and tried to corner the … Halfway to the hotel he slowed, then stopped, and said, “I just thought of something. Maybe we’re not staying there any more. After last night why should Breuer carry us on her tab? I thought we’d have some money to carry us from the Cavallos by now———”
“The ship?” she asked in a small voice.
“Across the continent. Hell! Maybe Breuer forgave and forgot. Let’s try, anyway.”
They never got as far as the hotel. When they reached the square it stood on, there was a breathless rush and Ber-nie stood before them, panting and holding a hand over his chest “In here,” he gasped, and nodded at a shopfront that announced hot brew. Ross thoughtlessly started first through the door and caught Bernie’s look of alarm. He opened the door for Helena, who went through smiling nervously.
They settled at a small table in an empty corner in stiff silence. “I’ve been walking around that square all morning,” Bernie said, with a cowed look at Helena.
Ross told her: “This young man and I had a talk yesterday at the plane while you were eating. What is it, Bernie?”
He still couldn’t believe that he was doing it, but Bernie said in a scared whisper: “Wanted to head you off and warn you. Breuer was down at the field cafe this morning, talking loud to the other hot-shots. She said you—both of you— talked equality. Said she got up with a hangover and you
were gone. But she said there’d be six policewomen waiting in your room when you got back.” He leaned forward on the table. Ross remembered that he had been forced to sell his ration card.
“Here comes the waiter,” he said softly. “Order something for all of us. We have a little money. And thanks, Bernie.”
Helena asked, “What do we do?”
“We eat,” Ross said practically. “Then we think. Shut up; let Bernie order.”
They ate; and then they thought. Nothing much seemed to come from all the thinking, though.
They were a long, long way from the spaceship. Ross commandeered all of Helena’s leftover cash. It was almost, not quite, enough for one person to get halfway back to Azor City. He and Bernie turned out their pockets and added everything they had, including pawnable valuables. That helped. It made the total almost enough, for one person to get three-quarters of the way back.
It didn’t help enough.
Ross said, “Bernie, what would happen if we, well, stole something?”
Bernie shrugged. “It’s against the law, of course. They probably wouldn’t prosecute, though.”
“They wouldn’t?”
“Not if they can prove egalitarianism on you. Stealing’s against the law; preaching equality is against the state. You get the maximum penalty for that.”
Helena choked on her drink, but Ross merely nodded. “So we might as well take a chance,” he said. “Thanks, Bernie. We won’t bother you any more. You’ll forget you heard this, won’t you?”
“The hell I will!” Bernie squawked. “If you’re getting out of here, I want to go with you! You aren’t leaving me behind!”
“But Bernie——” Ross started. He was interrupted by the manager, a battleship-class female with a mighty prow, who came scowling toward them.