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FAIR FIGHT David said, Ill see you in the dome if you wish. Meanwhile, step aside.
He walked forward unhurriedly, and Griswold stepped back. You stupid greenhorn. We
cant have a fist-fight with nosepieces on. Take your nosepiece off, then, said
David, and Ill take mine off. Stop me in fair fight, if you can. Fair fight! came the
approving shout from the crowd, and Bigman yelled, Put up or back down, Griswold.
He leaped forward,flipping Griswolds blaster from his hip. David put his hand to his
nosepiece. Ready? Bigman called, Ill count three. Bigman began counting,
One And at the count of Three David quietly removed his nosepiece and tossed
It, with the attached cylinders, to one side. He stood there, unprotected, holding His
breath against the unbearable atmosphere of Mars ...
DAVID STARR-SPACE RANGER Isaac Asimov writing as Paul French
A Del Key Book BALLANTINE BOOKS HEW YORK A Del Rey Book Published by
Ballantine Books Copyright 1952 by Doubleday and Company, Inc. Preface Copyright
1978 by Isaac Asimov All rights reserved under International and Pan-American
Copyright Conventions. Published in the United States by Ballantine Books, a division of
Random House, Inc., New York, and simultaneously in Canada by Random House of
Canada Limited, Toronto. All the characters in this book are fictitious, and any
resemblance to actual persons living or dead is purely coincidental. ISBN 0-345-315413 This edition published by arrangement with Doubleday and Company, Inc.
Manufactured in the United States of America First Ballantine Books Edition: April 1984
Cover art by Darrell K. Sweet
CONTENTS 3 Preface 4 1 The Plum from Mars 5 2 The Breadbasket in the Sky 10 3
Men for the Farms of Mars 16 4 - Alien Life 23 5 - Dinnertime 29 6 - Sand Away! 35
7 - Bigman Makes a Discovery 42 8 - Night Meeting 48 9 - Into the Fissure 54 10 - Birth
of the Space Ranger 60 11 - The Storm 66 12 - The Missing Piece 72 13 - The Council
Takes Over 78 14 - I Am the Space Ranger! 84 15 - The Space Ranger Takes Over
90 16 - Solution 95 ABOUT THE AUTHOR 101
Preface Back in the 1950s, I wrote a series of six derring-do novels about David
Lucky Starr and his battles against malefactors within the Solar System. Each of the
six took place in a different region of the system, and in each case I made use of the
astronomical factsas they were then known. Now, more than a quarter-century later,
these novels are being published in new editions; but what a quarter-century it has
been! More has been learned about the worlds of our Solar System in this last quartercentury than in all the thousands of years that went before. DAVID STARR: SPACE
RANGER was written in 1951 and at that time, there was still a faint possibility that
there were canals on Mars, as had first been reported three-quarters of a century
earlier. There was, therefore, a faint possibility that intelligent life existed there, or had
existed at one time. Since then, though, we have sent probes past Mars and around it to
take photographs of its surface, and map the entire planet. In 1976, we even landed
small laboratories on the Martian surface to test its soil. There are no canals. There are
instead, craters, giant volcanoes and enormous canyons. The atmosphere is only 1
3 Men for the Farms of Mars To a native Earthman, Earth meant Earth. It was just the
third planet from that sun which was known to the inhabitants of the Galaxy as Sol. In
official geography, however, Earth was more: it included all the bodies of the Solar
System. Mars was as much Earth as Earth itself was, and the men and women who
lived on Mars were as much Earthmen as though they lived on the home planet.
Legally, at any rate. They voted for representatives in the All-Earth Congress and for
Planetary President. But that was as far as it went. The Earthmen of Mars considered
themselves quite a separate and better breed, and the newcomer had a long way to go
to be accepted by the Martian farmboy as anything more than a casual tourist of not
much account. David Starr found that out almost at once when he entered the Farm
Employment Building. A little man was at his heels as he walked in. A really little man.
He was about five feet two and his nose would have rubbed against Davids
breastbone if they had stood face to face. He had pale red hair brushed straight back, a
wide mouth, and the typical open-collar, double-breasted overall and hip-high, brightly
colored boots of the Martian farmboy. As David headed for the window over which
glowed the legend, Farm Employment, footsteps rattled about him, and a tenor voice
cried out, Hold on. Decelerate your footsteps, fella. The little man was facing him.
David said, Is there anything I can do for you? The little man carefully inspected him,
section by section, then put out one arm and leaned negligently against the
Earthmans waistline. When did you descend the old gangplank? What
gangplank? Pretty voluminous for an Earthie at that. Did you get cramped out there?
Im from Earth, yes. The little man brought his hands down one after the other so
that they slapped sharply against his boots. It was the f armboy gesture of selfassertion. In that case, he said, suppose you assume a waiting position and let a
native attend to his business. David said, As you please. And if you have any
objection to taking your turn, you can take it up with me when were through or any
time thereafter at your convenience. My name is Bigman. Im John Bigman Jones, but
you can ask for me anywhere in town by the name of Bigman. He paused, then
added, That, Earthie, is my cognomen. Any complaints about it? And David said
gravely, None at all. Bigman said, Right! and left for the desk, while David,
breaking into a smile as soon as the others back was safely turned, sat down to wait.
He had been on Mars for less than twelve hours, just long enough to register his ship
under an assumed name in the large sub-surface garages outside the city, take a room
for the night at one of the hotels, and spend a few hours of the morning walking through
the domed city. There were only three of these cities on Mars, and their fewness was to
be expected in view of the expense required to maintain the tremendous domes and to
supply the torrents of power necessary to provide the temperature and gravity of Earth.
This, Wingrad City, named after Robert Clark Wingrad, the first man to reach Mars, was
the largest. It was not very different from a city on Earth; it was almost a piece of Earth
cut out and put on a different planet; it was as though the men on Mars, thirty-five
million miles away at the very nearest, had to hide that fact from themselves somehow.
In the center of town, where the ellipsoidal dome was a quarter of a mile high, there
were even twenty-story buildings. There was only one thing missing. There was no sun
and no blue sky. The dome itself was translucent, and when the sun shone on it, light
was uniformly spread over all its ten square miles. The light intensity at any region of