of money. He’d take over the cleanup job. But a fellow like him, without friends, without influence, without money, didn’t have a chance.
Grant had thought about that a good many times on his long trip across the swamp, but he had worried more about how to dispose of his own stones before Relegar got hold of him. He would of course have to use deception. But how? If he could hide the stones some place he could go on into The Pass empty-handed and pretend that he’d had the usual lack of luck. Then he could see Netse, the Jovian fence, and make a deal for protection. He’d have to give up half, but that was the easiest way out, for Relegar would keep hands off if Netse got there first.
But where could he hide the stones? There was too much continual volcanic subterranean activity in the swamp, and on what little dry land Venus had it was doubtful that any hiding-place could be called permanent. It might be solid today and swallowed by an earthquake tomorrow.