Then he leaned on the back of Konnel's chair and told a couple of his old prospecting yarns to make sure everybody was happy, while the girl began to sing with the trio. She had hardly enough voice to be heard over Jorgensen's stories. I noticed Konnel straining to listen. Finally, Jorgensen saw it too. Leaving Howlet and Meadows grinning at a highly improbable adventure, he slapped the boy on the shoulder. "I see you noticed Lilac Malone, boy. Like to buy her coffee?" "C-coffee?" stuttered Konnel. "Made with water," I reminded him. "Awful waste here. Like champagne." "I'll tell her she's invited," said Jorgensen, waggling a finger at her. "The fellows are going out in the morning," I tried to head him off. "They don't have much time--" "All the more reason to meet Lilac while they can!" We watched her finish her song. She had rhythm, and the lavender dress swirled cutely around her in the Martian gravity; but, of course, Lilac would never have made a singer on Earth. Her voice was more good-natured than musical. She arrived with the coffee, said "hello" to me, waved good-bye to Jorgensen's back, and set out to get acquainted with the others. Catching Howlet's wink, and suspecting that he was used to getting Konnel back to space-ships, I relaxed and offered to show Meadows the back room. He muttered something about his gray hairs, but came along after an amused glance at Lilac and Konnel. * * * * * Jorgensen's gambling room was different from the bar and dining room as they were from each other. Decorations were simple. Drapes of velvety synthetic, dyed the deep green that Martian colonists like, covered the walls. Indirect lighting gave a pretty gleam to the metal gadgets on the tables. Because they used a heavier ball, roulette looked about the same as on Earth, and the same went for the dice games. "Interesting," Meadows murmured, feeling in his pocket. He pointed a thumb at the _planets_ table. It was round, with a small, rectangular projection for the operator's controls and calculator. In the nine differently colored circular tracks, rolled little globes representing the planets. These orbits were connected by spirals of corresponding colors, symbolic of ship orbits swooping inward or outward to other planets. "You pick yourself two planets," I explained. "For better odds, pick a start and a destination. The man throws his switch and each little ball is kicked around its groove by a random number of electrical impulses." "And how do I win?" "Say you pick Venus-to-Saturn. See that silver spiral going out from Venus and around the table to the orbit of Saturn? Well, if Venus stops within that six-inch zone where the spiral starts _and_ if Saturn is near where it ends, you scoop in the stardust." Meadows fingered his mustache as he examined the table. "I ... ah ... suppose the closer you come, the more you win, eh?"