Title: Larson's Luck
Author: Vance, Gerald
Language: English
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LARSON'S LUCK

by GERALD VANCE


 Larson couldn't possibly have known what was
 going on in the engine room, yet he acted....


[Illustration: There would be hell to pay; Larson was stunting again.]

"We moor in ten minutes," I said.

We were flying at reduced speed because of the heavy fog we had run into
at the outer fringe of Earth's atmosphere. But I knew we were within
forty or fifty miles of the Trans-Space base. I had counted the miles on
this particular trip because of the load of radium we were carrying from
the Venusian mines. I wouldn't draw a completely relieved breath until
we were down and the stuff was in the hands of the commerce agents.

I eased my position slightly to relieve the pressure on my broken
flipper and grinned at the pilot, Lucky Larson, the screwiest, most
unpredictable void trotter who had ever flown for dear old Trans-Space.

"You've been too good to be true this trip," I said, "and it's a good
thing. The chief told me that if you so much as _thought_ about clowning
around or stunting he was going to clip your wings for good."

Lucky grinned, an impish, devil-may-care grin that lightened up his
freckled face and bunched the tiny wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.
Then with characteristic abruptness he scowled.

"That grandmother," he said disgustedly. "Who does he think I am,
anyway? Some crazy irresponsible madman who hasn't got enough brains to
stay on a space beam?"

"That's just what he does think," I grinned, "and you've given him
plenty of reason to think it. You can't bring your crate in to the base
without stunting around and showing off and risking your damn neck.
That's why he sent me along with you this trip. Just to see that you
act like a pilot--instead of circus acrobat."

"A lot of good you'd do," Lucky mumbled. "You got a broken arm. The only
reason he sent you is because he didn't want to pay you while you was in
the hospital so he cooks up this trip to get his money out of you. And
say," he turned to me belligerently, "when did I ever crack up a ship?
When did I ever even dent one of the babies?"

"You haven't," I was forced to admit, "but that's just because of that
screwy luck of yours. But it won't last forever and one of these days
it's going to run out just when you need it. So just remember--no
stunting this trip or you'll be out of the strata for the rest of your
natural life."

"Aw, that's the trouble with this racket," Lucky grumbled, "a guy can't
have no fun no more. Back when I was with the Space circus--"

"Okay, okay," I cut in, "I've heard that before. Just fly your ship,
now, and forget about the deep dark plot of the company to take all the
joy out of your life. I'm going to take a look-see at the atomic floats
and get the passengers bundled together."

I stood up and crawled over him and opened the door leading to the body
of the ship. I could still hear him grumbling as I slid the light
chrome-alloy door shut. I chuckled to myself and headed up the aisle to
the baggage compartments. Lucky Larson was a legend as space pilots go.
An unpredictable, erratic screwball but one of the finest rocket riders
who ever flashed through the void.

Company regulations and interplanetary commissions were the bane of his
existence. He made his own rules and regulations and got by with it.
That is he _had_ gotten by with it. Now they were cracking down on him.
He had been grounded twice and the chief had threatened to set him down
for life if any more infractions were charged to him. I shook my head
gloomily. He was a great guy, the last of a great and gallant army of
space adventurers, but he was on the way out. The rules were necessary,
vital to safe space travel and the Lucky Larsons would have to live up
to them, or else.

       *       *       *       *       *

My mind was a long way away from the cabin of the space ship and maybe
that's why I got what I did. I didn't see it coming. One minute I was
walking through the aisle, thinking about Lucky Larson and the next
second something slammed into the back of my head knocking me to my
knees.

Through a haze of red and white lights I heard a voice bark, "Toss him
into a chair and grab that good arm of his."

I wasn't out. Just damn sick. Something like a cold hand seemed to have
closed over my stomach and for an awful moment I gagged and tried to
retch. But the moment passed and I forced open my eyes and focused them
on two tough-looking, hard-eyed gents who stood in front of me. Another
unpleasant-looking little man knelt along side of me, twisting my good
arm behind my back.

"Okay," I gritted, "what's the gag?"

The tallest of the three, evidently their leader, smiled at me. "It's no
gag," he murmured calmly, "we happen to need the radium you're carrying.
We're going to take it. Any objections?"

"You'll never get away with this," I snapped, "your names and
descriptions are registered with the passenger office. You'll be tracked
down in twenty-four hours."

I was bluffing, of course, and I knew from their contemptuous smiles
that they knew it, too. They probably had given fictitious names, and
the descriptive information which the bureau required consisted of a few
generalities, such as height, weight and the like. I cursed myself for a
stupid, careless fool. The three men had been the only passengers from
Venus and they had kept to themselves the entire trip. Once or twice I
had wondered at their reticence and quietness but I had not been
suspicious enough to make a check-up.

One of the men laughed shortly. "Let us worry about that. We've covered
every angle that could possibly come up. With the help of your friend up
front, this ship will be flown to a certain deserted asteroid where a
few friends of _ours_ are to meet us with another ship. How you come out
afterward will depend on how you co-operate now. Clear enough?"

It was clear enough all right. Lucky and I wouldn't last long after we
served our purpose.

The tall man turned from me and nodded significantly to the man standing
next to him and then pointed to the closed door to the pilot's chambers.

"Take care of the pilot," he murmured, "and tell him if he isn't
obliging we'll take the cast off his friend's arm and--" he smiled at
me, "massage it a bit."

I felt a cold sweat break out on my forehead.

The thug grinned wolfishly at me and then winked at his leader. "I'll
tell him, boss." He dug his hand into his pocket and drew out a stubby
atomic pistol. "If he won't listen to me maybe this'll persuade him."

Still grinning he turned and headed up the aisle, the gun clenched in
his huge fist.

       *       *       *       *       *

I glanced at the tall figure standing in front of me and saw that he was
watching the retreating figure of his henchman with a saturnine smile on
his face. I thought swiftly. If I could yell a warning to Lucky, he
could bolt the door of the pilot's chamber and then set the ship down at
the Trans-Space base. It was the only way to save Lucky and the radium.
I wasn't very optimistic about my own chances. I knew they were zero.

I opened my mouth, took a deep breath and then, before I could scream
the words that would warn Lucky, it happened. The ship shuddered for an
instant and then zoomed upward, the smooth hum of the rocket motors
crescendoing to a roaring song of power and speed.

The sudden jolting acceleration hurled me to the tail of the ship and I
saw, like an image in a kaleidoscope, the tangled thrashing figures of
the space bandits as they were tossed to the floor, a dazedly struggling
mass of arms and legs.

The ship was lying over on its back in a few seconds, and before I could
catch a breath it suddenly whipped over and blasted toward Earth in a
screeching, hissing power-dive.

It was terrific punishment even for this type of space crate but it was
worse for human beings. The three bandits were clutching at their
stomachs as if they were afraid of losing them. Their faces were mottled
and blotchy and their eyes were rolling beseechingly.

I didn't mind the erratic convolutions the ship was making but my arm
was burning as if it were on fire. Numbing waves of pain were coursing
up and down my entire body.

I tried to crawl to my knees but the floor rolled under me as the ship
whipped over in a twisting spiral and I crashed forward on my face. Then
everything dissolved into inky blackness....

       *       *       *       *       *

When I came to, I heard a great commotion, then a sudden shot and then a
babble of voices booming around me. I remember thinking fleetingly of
crooks, Lucky Larson and a mountain of radium and then--because nothing
made sense--I passed out again.

       *       *       *       *       *

The next time I opened my eyes I found myself stretched out on a cot in
the chief's office. I turned my head slightly and saw Lucky Larson, the
chief and a half dozen other guys staring down at me.

"It's not very original," I said, "but where the hell am I?" That was
silly of me because I knew where I was, so I said: "Never mind that but
please tell me what the hell happened?"

The chief laughed and Lucky Larson laughed and then they slapped each
other on the back. "Don't worry about a thing," the chief said, "those
crooks are under lock and key and there's not a thing to worry about."

"But how--I mean what...?" My voice trailed off. Nothing made sense.

"Well," the chief broke in, "Lucky here really deserves the credit for
catching them. And I'm not forgetting your good work either. Both of you
will receive more tangible evidence of my appreciation. But Lucky really
did the brainwork."

"Awww," Lucky mumbled, "it wasn't much. Just a little common sense and,
uh, a little luck."

"It was damn fast thinking," the chief cut in belligerently, "you knew
your stunting over the base would drive me crazy. You knew I'd get so
mad I'd call out the base police and have you thrown in when you moored.
And when you did moor and the crooks toppled out we were right on hand
to receive them. They were so weak from the shaking up you gave them
that they didn't have a chance."

Lucky rolled innocent eyes to the ceiling. "Sometimes," he remarked
piously, "stunting has its uses."

"Congratulations," I said weakly. "You certainly used your head. Caught
the chief's attention with your stunting and almost knocked the crooks
out with it too. That's killing two birds with one stone, all right."
Then another thought occurred to me.

"How did you know I was in trouble?" I asked curiously. "How did you
know we had those crooks on board?"

"Why--why," Lucky sputtered, "that was simple. I just happened to look
behind me and I saw those boys piling into you. So I did a little fast
thinking and then I whipped the ship into a few maneuvers and, like the
chief says, they caught his eye all right."

The chief was beaming fondly and I turned my head to hide the smile on
my lips. "So you just looked behind you," I muttered. "Well, Lucky, you
certainly are--and were."

He grinned down at me and winked. "You said it, kid."

I wanted to ask him a question then, but I decided to wait until we were
alone. I closed my eyes and smiled again, thinking of his expression
when I would ask him how he had been able to look behind him and see me
struggling with those crooks, _when the door of the pilot's chamber was
closed all the time_....


THE END



Transcriber's Note:

    This etext was produced from _Amazing Stories_ January 1943.
    Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S.
    copyright on this publication was renewed. Minor spelling and
    typographical errors have been corrected without note.





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