Englander had an Arcturan-earthian wife and twin boys four years old. "I don't know what about Sally and the kids," he told Ramsey glumly. "I guess I'll go over to the New Quarter and try to get some kind of a job." "They wouldn't hire an outworlder to shine their shoes with his own spit, Stu. They have got the planetarization bug, and they've got it bad." Sally Englander called from the kitchen of the small flat: "Will Jase be staying for supper?" Englander stared at Ramsey, who shook his head. "Not today, Sally," Englander said, looking at Ramsey gratefully. "Listen," Ramsey lied, "I've been lucky as all get out the last couple of months." "You old pro!" grinned Englander. "So I've got a few hundred credits just burning a hole in my pocket," Ramsey went on. "How's about taking them?" "But I haven't the slightest idea when I could pay back." "I didn't say anything about paying me back." "I couldn't accept charity, Jase." "O.K. Pay me back when you get a chance. There are plenty of hyper-space jobs waiting for us all over the galaxy, you know that." "Yeah, all we have to do is get off Irwadi and go after them. But the Irwadians are keeping us right here." "Sure, but it won't last. Not when the folks back in Capella and Deneb and Sol System hear about it." "Six months," said Englander bleakly. "It'll take at least that long." "Six months I can wait. What d'you say?" Englander coughed wrackingly, his eyes watering. He got off the bed and shook Ramsey's hand solemnly. Ramsey gave him three hundred and seventy-five credits and said: "Just see you make that go a long way supporting Sally and the kids. I don't want to see you dropping any of it at the gaming tables. I'll knock your block off if I see you there." "I'll knock my own block off if I see me there. Jase, I don't know how to thank--" "Don't is right. Forget it." "Do you have enough--" "Me? Plenty. Don't worry about old Jase." Ramsey went to the door. "Well, see you." Englander walked quickly to him and shook his hand again. On the way out, Ramsey played for a moment or two with the twins, who were rolling a couple of toy spaceships marked hyper-one and hyper-two across the floor and making anachronistic machine-gun noises with their lips. Sally Englander, a plump, young-home-maker type, beamed at Ramsey from the kitchen. Then he went out into the gathering dusk. * * * * * As usual on Irwadi, and particularly with the coming of night, it was bitterly cold. Sucker, Ramsey told himself. But he grinned. He felt good about what he'd done. With Stu sick, and with Sally and the kids, he'd done the only thing he could do. He still had almost twenty-five credits left. Maybe he really would have a lucky night at the tables. Maybe ... heck, he'd been down-and-out before. A fugitive from Earth didn't have much choice sometimes....