Worlds of Tomorrow [antikvár]

If!-"i i''The TinkkrBY POUL ANDERSONThe very first day he was there. Aunt Edith said to him, "Now, Peter, be sure not to leave the grounds alone.""Why not?" he asked, suddenly wondering if this was going to be as much fun as he had thought. It had been a sort of disappointing trip from Sol, days and days locked inside the metal walls of the spaceship. And the steward had taken Mother's words seriously and looked after him so thoroughly that he hadn't enjoyed himself even as much as he could have. And now this"It's just a matter of sense, Pete," said Uncle Gunnar. "We don't know enough about this planet yet. You could get into trouble. Sure, we'll go everywhere you want, but not alone. Together. No space explorer who rushes off by himself on a new world and gets in a scrape that his friends have to pull him out of, is a hero. He's just a b'oody fool. You've got more brains than that. First chance I get, I'll show you through the woodsand I'll take my gun."That made it different. Wilson Pete was suddenly very glad to be herehere, on a frontier planet, on his uncle's farm. And Uncle Gunnar was an old explorer himself, he'd been all over the Galaxy before he settled down on Ner-thus. He was a huge man, with bright blue eyes in a tanned strong face, his hair and beard were red as fire, and he