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A TENDERFOOT IN SPACE

When this book was in process, Dr. Kondo asked me whether there were any stories of RobertТs which had not been reprinted. On looking over the list of stories, I found that УA Tenderfoot in SpaceФ had never been printed in anything except when it originally appeared in BoysТ Life. All copies in our possession had been sent to the UCSC Archives, so! asked them to Xerox those and send them to me. And found this introduction by Robert, which he had added to the carbon in the library before he sent it down there. I was completely surprised, and asked Dr. Kondo whether he would like to use it? Here it is.
ЧVirginia Heinlein


This was written a year before Sputnik and is laid on the Venus earthbound astronomers inferred before space probes. Two hours of rewritingЧa word here, a word thereЧcould change it to a planet around some other star. But to. what purpose? Would The Tempset be improved if Bohemia had a sea coast? If! ever publish that
collection of Boy Scout stories, this story will appear unchanged.
Nixie is (of course) my own dog. But in 1919, when I was 12 and a Scout, he had to leave meЧa streetcar hit him.
If this universe has any reasonable teleology whatever (a point on which I am unsure), then there is some provision for the Nixies in it.

I

УHeel, Nixie,Ф the boy said softly, Уand keep quiet.Ф
The little mongrel took position left and rear of his boy, waited. He could feel that Charlie was upset and he wanted to know whyЧbut an order from Charlie could not be questioned.
The boy tried to see whether or not the policeman was. noticing them. He felt light-headedЧneither he nor his dog had eaten that day. They had stopped in front of this supermarket, not to buy for the boy had no money left, but because of a УBOY WANTEDФ sign in the window.
It was then that he had noticed the reflection of the policeman in the glass.
The boy hesitated, trying to collect his cloudy thoughts. Should he go inside and ask for the job? Or should he saunter past the policeman? Pretend to be just out for a walk?
The boy decided to go on, get out of sight. He signalled the dog to stay close and turned away from the window. Nixie came along, tail high. He did not care where they went as long as he was with Charlie. Charlie had belonged to him as far back as he could remember; he could imagine no other condition. In fact Nixie would not have lived past his tenth day had not Charlie fallen in love with him; Nixie had been the least attractive of an unfortunate litter; his mother was Champion Lady Diana of OjaiЧhis father was unknown.
But Nixie was not aware that a neighbor boy had begged his life from his first owners. His philosophy was simple: enough to eat, enough sleep, and the rest of his time spent playing with Charlie. This present outing had been CharlieТs idea, but any outing was welcome. The shortage of food was a nuisance but Nixie automatically forgave Charlie such errorsЧafter all, boys will be boys and a wise dog accepted the fact. The only thing that troubled him was that Charlie did not have the happy heart which was a proper part of all hikes.
As they moved past the man in the blue uniform, Nixie felt the manТs interest in them, sniffed his odor, but could find no real unfriendliness in it. But Charlie was nervous, alert, so Nixie kept his own attention high.
The man in uniform said, УJust a moment, sonЧФ
Charlie stopped, Nixie stopped. УYou speaking to me, officer?Ф
УYes. WhatТs your dogТs name?Ф
Nixie felt CharlieТs sudden terror, got ready to attack. He had never yet had to bite anyone for his boyЧbut he was instantly ready. The hair between his shoulder blades stood up.
Charlie answered, УUh. . . his name is СSpot.Ф
УSo?Ф The stranger said sharply, УNixie!Ф
Nixie had been keeping his eyes elsewhere, in order not to distract his ears, his nose, and the inner sense with which he touched peopleТs feelings. But he was so startled at hearing this stranger call him by name that he turned his head and looked at him.
УHis name is СSpot,Т is it?Ф the policeman said quietly. УAnd mine is Santa Claus. But youТre Charlie Vaughn and youТre going home.Ф He spoke into his helmet phone: УNelson, reporting a pickup on that Vaughn missing-persons flier. Send a car. IТm in front of the new supermarket.Ф
Nixie had trouble sorting out CharlieТs feelings; they were both sad and glad. The strangerТs feelings were slightly happy but mostly nothing; Nixie decided to wait
and see. He enjoyed the ride in the police car, as he always enjoyed rides, but Charlie did not, which spoiled it a little.
They were taken to the local Justice of the Peace. УYouТre Charles Vaughn?Ф
NixieТs boy felt unhappy and said nothing.
УSpeak up, son,Ф insisted the old man. УIf you arenТt, then you must have stolen that dog.Ф He read from a paper УЧaccompanied by a small brown mongrel, male, well trained, responds to the name СNixie.Т Well?Ф
NixieТs boy answered faintly, УIТm Charlie Vaughn.Ф
УThatТs better. YouТll stay here until your parents pick you up.Ф The judge frowned. УI canТt understand your running away. Your folks are emigrating to Venus, arenТt they?Ф
УYes, sir.Ф
УYouТre the first boy I ever met who didnТt want to make the Big Jump.Ф He pointed to a pin on the boyТs lapel. УAnd I thought Scouts were trustworthy. Not to mention obedient. What got into you, son? Are you scared of the Big Jump? СA Scout is Brave.Т That doesnТt mean you donТt have to be scaredЧeverybody is at times. СBraveТ simply means you donТt run even if you are scared.Ф
УIТm not scared,Ф Charlie said stubbornly. УI want to go to Venus.Ф
УThen why run away when your family is about to leave?Ф
Nixie felt such a burst of warm happy-sadness from Charlie that he licked his hand. УBecause Nixie canТt go!Ф
УOh.Ф The judge looked at boy and dog. УIТm sorry, son. That problem is beyond my jurisdiction.Ф He drummed his desk top. УCharlie. . . will you promise, ScoutТs honor, not to run away again until your parents show up?Ф
УUh . . . yes, sir.Ф
УOkay. Joe, take them to my place. Tell my wife she had better see how recently theyТve had anything to eat.Ф

The trip home was long. Nixie enjoyed it, even though CharlieТs father was happy-angry and his mother was happy-sad and Charlie himself was happy-sad-worried. When Nixie was home he checked quickly through each room, making sure that all was in order and that there were no new smells. Then he returned to Charlie.
The feelings had changed. Mr. Vaughn was angry, Mrs. Vaughn was sad, Charlie himself gave out such bitter stubbornness that Nixie went to him, jumped onto his lap, and tried to lick his face. Charlie settled Nixie beside him, started digging fingers into the loose skin back of NixieТs neck. Nixie quieted at once, satisfied that he and his boy could face together whatever it wasЧbut it distressed him that the other two were not happy. Charlie belonged to him; they belonged to Charlie; things were better when they were happy, too.