Meek hesitated. It seemed there should have been more he could have said. Some way to let Stiffy know he liked him. Some way to tell him he was a friend in a life which had known few friends. He tried to think of ways to put what he felt in words, but there wasn't any way, none that didn't sound awkward and sentimental. He wheeled about, headed for the space port. His feet went faster and faster, until finally he was running. He had to get out of here, he told himself, before he got into another jam. His luck was stretched too thin already. A fellow just couldn't go on having luck like that. And besides, there was all of space to roam in, other places to see. That was what he had set out to do. To see the Solar System in his own ship, to do all the things he'd dreamed about back in the cubby hole at Lunar Exports, Inc. And he was going to do just that, he promised himself. Although he hoped the next stop would be more peaceable. Oliver Meek sighed happily--_this was the life_. End of Project Gutenberg's Mr. Meek--Musketeer, by Clifford D. Simak