Chairs were installed for the patrons to sit upon. A refreshment stand was installed and vendors hawked balloons, souvenir photos of Dennis, (autographed) and all sorts of drinks such as Orange-dee-lite and Galaxy Beer. It may be noted that the Sailor, out of some fiendish quirk of personality, was constantly plying Ellsworth Cranch with bottles of Galaxy Beer, but the latter would not relent. Electric lights were hung from the tent. The videosheets now acknowledged the talents of Dennis Ogg. _A spectacular show!_ they proclaimed. And the audiences were capacity, and the green flowed in like water, and all was right with the world to the tune of a second week. Ajax kept Ellsworth Cranch busy during the off hours going over financial matters, and Cranch, in lip-smacking approval of his cut, did not bother to reflect on the whereabouts of Dennis, who was whooping it up with the Sailor in the third row at the local depthie house. Another inevitable result of the exhibition was the interest of men from Earth’s centers of learning. During the first few days they scoffed. Then they read the reports in the videosheets and came to stand skeptically in the back row. Then, at the beginning of the second week, the spokesman for the group, Dr. Heinz Hockelbach of a noted eastern university approached Ajax. “We challenge this boy!” Dr. Hockelbach exclaimed, waving his index finger at Dennis who was hiccupping noisily from too much Orange-dee-lite. “On Venus, perhaps. On Earth, never! We are certain that he cannot defeat the mammoth electronic brain Egbert IX from our university.” “Egbert IX!” breathed Ellsworth Cranch in awe. Ajax massaged his palms against one another. “Dr. Hockelbach, next Saturday is our last day here. _We_ will challenge _you_. One performance, five dollars per person, Dennis Ogg against Egbert IX.” “I don’t care about the money,” Hockelbach said in an inflammatory manner. “It is preposterous to assume that a mere boy can outwit a mechanical brain I personally have spent twenty-five years helping to develop.” “We’ll see,” Ajax smiled. “This Egbert IX sounds pretty tough,” the Sailor said ominously. “Can you do it, Dennis?” Owlishly from behind his large glasses Dennis grinned. “I—-_hic_—absolutely can, podner.” Fortunately, the worldly influences which had been recently operating upon his sensitive nature were not recognized at the moment by Cranch. That person was contemplating the ceiling of the tent and sighing, “At five dollars per person—” “Make it ten,” Ajax replied expansively. “Ten dollars per person!” rhapsodized Ellsworth Cranch. “Can you do it, Dennis, boy?” the Sailor breathed. “Impossible!” snapped Dr. Heinz Hockelbach. “_Can_ I! Wahoo, I’m a Sioux!”