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contragravity craft, and the nascent Planetary Air Navy was approaching
a state of being. He wanted to get out there before anybody else did.

Maybe if they got the hypership built soon enough, it would start a
second, sound boom that would cushion the crash of the present
speculative market when it came, as come it must.

He talked to Klem Zareff about borrowing a couple of the eighty-foot
gunboats. Zareff's attitude was automatically negative.

"We mustn't weaken our defense-perimeter; we'd be inviting disaster.
Why, this whole country in here is simply swarming with outlaws. They
fired on one of our gunboats, the /Werewolf/, yesterday."

He'd heard about that; somebody had launched a missile from the ground,
and the /Werewolf/ had detonated it with a counter-missile. It had
probably been some legitimate prospecting company who'd taken the L. E.