One of the dark men muttered something under his breath to those near him. There were chuckles.
“Like Mr. Woodchuck,” explained the man, when Bordman’s eyes fell on him. “When I was a little boy there was a story like that.”
Bordman said icily:
“The problem of coolness and water and food is the same sort of problem. In six months we could raise food—if we had power to condense moisture. We’ve chemicals for hydroponics—if we could keep the plants from roasting as they grew. Refrigeration and water and food are practically another circular problem.”
Aletha said tentatively:
“Mr. Bordman——”
He turned, annoyed. Aletha said almost apologetically:
“On Chagan there was a—you might call it a woman’s coup given to a woman I know. Her husband raises horses. He’s mad about them. And they live in a sort of home on caterwheels out on the plains—the llanos. Sometimes they’re months away from a settlement. And she loves ice cream and refrigeration isn’t too simple. But she has a Doctorate in Human History. So she had her husband make an insulated tray on the roof of their trailer and she makes her ice cream there.”
Men looked at her. Her cousin said amusedly:
“That should rate some sort of technical-coup feather!”