e in the saddle.
You can keep in touch with both Watson and us on the radio."

Reif hesitated only a moment. "There is no need for further direction of
the battle from this point. A warrior is of more value now than a Khan.
Come my son." He caught up a double-barreled musket and followed the
Earthmen. The ten years old Taller scurried after with a revolver.

Natt Roberts said, "If we can hold their cavalry for only another half
hour, Watson's phalanx will have their infantry pressed up against the
pass they entered by. It took them three days to get through it, they're
not going to be able to get out in hours."

"That's the idea," Joe Chessman said dourly, "Let's go."

VII.

Amschel Mayer was incensed.

"What's got into Buchwald and MacDonald?" he spat.

Jerry Kennedy, attired as was his superior in fur trimmed Genoese robes,
signaled one of the servants for a refilling of his glass and shrugged.

"I suppose it's partly our own fault," he said lightly. He sipped the
wine, made a mental note to buy up the rest of this vintage for his
cellars before young Mannerheim or someone else did so.

"Our fault!" Mayer glared.

The old boy was getting decreasingly tolerant as the years went by,
Kennedy decided. He said soothingly, "You sent Peter and Fred over there
to speed up local development. Well, that's what they're doing."

"Are you insane!" Mayer squirmed in his chair. "Did you read this
radiogram? They've squeezed out all my holdings in rubber, the fastest
growing industry on the western continent. Why, millions are involved.
Who do they think they are?"

Kennedy put down his glass and chuckled. "See here, Amschel, we're
developing this planet by encouraging free competition. Our contention
is that under such a socio-economic system the best men are brought to
the lead and benefit all society by the advances they make."

"So! What has this got to do with MacDonald and Buchwald betraying my
interests?"

"Don't you see? Using your own theory, you have been set back by someone
more efficiently competitive. Fred and Peter saw an opening and, in
keeping with your instructions, moved in. It's just coincidence that the
rubber they took over was your property rather than some Genoese
operator's. If you were open to a loss there, then if they hadn't taken
over someone else could have. Possibly Baron Leonar or even Russ."

"That reminds me," Mayer snapped, "our Honorable Russ is getting too big
for his brit