The Big Tomorrow
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gentlemen. I'm glad of this opportunity tomeet you."
There were five chairs in the room. Gorman had already seated himself.The young men hesitated.
"Sit down, sit down."
They dropped into the chairs, glancing uneasily at Joshua Lake. Joshuaturned and started toward the door.
"Don't go, Lake. I'm sure the boys would like a drink. You'll find thefixings on the buffet. Why don't you take their orders?"
The crowning insult, Joshua wondered. The last, crude insult? LeeGorman's wounds must have been deep indeed. Joshua served drinks,brought sandwiches. Lee Gorman's geniality kept the awkwardness of thesituation from bringing it to a complete standstill. "Well, Thursday isthe day, I understand. How do you feel about it? Rocketing off intospace. Becoming a part of the big tomorrow." Gorman's eyes caught thoseof Joshua Lake as he spoke the last sentence. There was laughter behindthem.
The crew of the Moon rocket left shortly afterward. Joshua was the lastto walk from the room. Just as he was going through the door, Lee Gormanwhispered into his ear. "You can't be sure there'll be a rocket flight.I might stop it the last minute. I haven't made up my mind yet."
Joshua turned and looked at his tormentor in silence. The others hadgone on down the hall. Gorman laughed and said, "I suppose that's aproblem you'll face when you come to it?"
"Yes--when I come to it."
Alone in his office, Lee Gorman strode angrily to the buffet. With asweep of his arm, he knocked a liquor bottle across the room. Themotivation of the act was hard to determine, however, from Gorman'soutward appearance. It could have been bitter disappointment or afierce joy.
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Joshua Lake walked into Lee Gorman's office, removed his hat and said,"With your permission, this is the day."
"What time?"
"It translates into 4:07 and 30 seconds, Greenwich time."
Gorman scowled. "I suppose you've arranged quite a party."
"Nothing too spectacular. We'll leave for the blasting pits at 3:00o'clock. I'd be honored if you'd ride with me."
"Do you still own a car?"
"A small one. Its value is negligible."
"We'll go in one of mine. Be here at five minutes to three."
"Certainly." Joshua put his hat on and walked out....
They rode across the Nevada desert in a black Cadillac with thechauffeur sitting at attention and staring straight ahead. Joshua staredstraight ahead also. He asked, "Are you going to stop the flight?"
Beside him, leaning forward, clutching with both hands the silver knobon a black mahogany cane, Gorman replied, "I haven't made up my mindyet."
A dot on the desert expanded into a pit, a tower, and some smallbuildings. The car followed the ruts of the tractors that had hauled therocket to the launching site, and came to a halt. "That small,glass-encased platform," Joshua said. "We'll view the proceedings fromthere."
Gorman snorted. "I'll view them from where I please."
They were standing beside the car, Joshua slightly behind hisbenefactor. "From the platform."
Gorman scowled and half turned. "What are you doing?"
"I'm holding a gun against your back. It is a very small gun. No one cansee it and it probably wouldn't kill you. Then again, it might. We willwalk to the platform and stand together to watch the blast-off."
"You'd actually--_kill_, to get that ship into the air?"
"If I committed murder, I would certainly regret it the rest of my life,but the rocket must be launched."
They stood in the glass enclosure on the platform and no one came nearthem. Several people veered close and waved. Joshua waved back with hisfree hand and the people went on their way.
An hour passed. There was vast activity on the field. Gorman said, "I'mtired. I want to sit down."
"It was thoughtless of me. I should have provided chairs. It won't belong now."
It wasn't long. Five minutes later there was a roar, an explosion ofcolor, and a silver rocket flash up into the sky almost faster than theeye could follow.
Gorman slammed the heel of his hand against the side of his head inorder to restore hearing. "You can put that gun away."
"Of course. And you'll want to call the police."
Gorman growled like an annoyed bull. He jerked open the door and strodeaway.
Three hours later, Joshua and Myra Lake were seated in the small patiobeside their home. They were seated very close together, and Myra wasstroking Joshua's hand. "It's been a long time, dear; a very long time."
"Yes."
"Are you happy?"
"I'm--well, satisfied--at least partially. We've passed a big milestone.But it isn't over yet."
"You're sure this time, though?"
"Very sure."
"Thank heaven we won't have much longer to wait."
The wait was slightly less than ten minutes. Then Lee Gorman strode intothe patio. Joshua sprang to his feet. "Any news?"
"Yes."
"Then they should have phoned me. I left word to be called."
"No one could get up the courage. The rocket crashed in Canada."
Joshua swayed. When he looked at Lee, his eyes were filled with a muteplea. "That _is_ the truth?"
"It's the truth. The first flash said it appears the tail broke off inhigh space."
Joshua sank into his chair. "The crew--died?"
"Four more men sacrificed to your--" Gorman stopped and did not use theword _obsession_. There was too much agony in Joshua's face. "I'm takingthe plant--I'm taking everything. I've got to. I've paid for them."
Lee Gorman walked from the patio. His steps echoed and died.
Joshua and Myra sat for a long time in silence. Myra was holding hishand. Finally she spoke. "Well, at least it's over. Now you can rest.Successful or not--you've earned it."
Joshua turned and looked into her face--looked at her as though she hadjust entered. "Oh no, my dear. You certainly don't expect me to--"
"Joshua!"
"Why, I'm only sixty-three. I never felt better in my life. I have a lotof good productive years ahead."
"_Joshua! What are you going to do?_"
"I'm going to be the first man to send a rocket to the Moon."
Transcriber's Note:
This etext was produced from _Amazing Stories_ Oct.-Nov. 1953. 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.