"That's glory," admitted Hanson dolefully, "but it ain't enough glory for _them_. I know this outfit, honey. I been working for them, man and boy, for nigh onto forty years. Their motto is: Get all you can and then some! "It ain't going to matter to them that we found our lost First, discovered anti-grav, and made the first landing on a new planet. No sirree! They sent us out to find polarium deposits, and if we don't come home with the best claim--" Biggs said, "Polarium? Did you say polarium, Cap?" "That's what I said," groaned the skipper. "Now be a good boy, Lanse. Go 'way and let me suffer in peace." "Why," grinned Biggs, "I don't believe there's any reason to suffer, Captain. Because, you see, that strange new substance I mentioned--the one out of which I constructed my telekaleidoscope--is polarium! There are tremendous deposits of it here on Jupiter. Why not? This is the mother planet of Europa--" * * * * * So--there you are! That's Lancelot Biggs for you. Screwball, genius, wizard and luck-box extraordinary. Toss him in a mud puddle and he'll come up clutching a diamond every time. Not once in a while. Every time. And I guess it was just about now that the Old Man slipped me the high-sign to drag hips out of there. "Look, Sparks," he suggested, "how about you and me take a little walk and explore this here new planet?" I said, "Oh, I'm quite comfortable here, Cap--" He jabbed an elbow into my ribs ferociously. "Are you coming peaceable?" he hissed, "or do I have to pull off your leg and beat you over the head with the bloody stump?" I got it then. Diane and Biggs. They were eyeing each other like two marshmallows ready to melt. So I said, "Well, all right, Skipper. If you want to. 'Bye, folks!" And do you know--they never even heard me?