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"I've been looking at it for a long time. Maybe if we had a few ships of
our own, these planters would be breaking new ground instead of cutting
their plantings, and maybe we'd get some money on this planet that was
worth something. You have a good idea there, son. But maybe there's an
angle to it you haven't thought of."

Conn puffed slowly at the cigar. Why couldn't they grow tobacco like
this on Terra? Soil chemicals, he supposed; that wasn't his subject.

"You can't put this scheme over on its own merits. This gang wouldn't
lift a finger to build a hypership. They've completely lost hope in
everything but Merlin."

"Well, can do. I'll even convince them that Merlin's a space-station, in
orbit off Koshchei. I think I could do that."

"You know what it'll cost? If you go ahead with it, I'm in it with you,