 Why was Baker hesitant to send his employees on an enforced vacation?
DOUBLE TROUBLE by CARL JACOBI Grannie Annie, that waspish science-fiction writer, was in a jam again. What with red-spot fever, talking cockatoos and flagpole trees, I was running in circles—especially since Grannie became twins every now and then. He could be excused this time, however, for this was only our third day on Jupiter's Eighth Moon, and the country was still strange to us. If you haven't read her books, you've missed something. Blood-and-thunder as these books are, however, they have one redeeming feature—authenticity of background. Grannie Annie was the original research digger-upper, and when she laid the setting of a yarn on a star of the sixth magnitude, only a transportation-velocity of less than light could prevent her from visiting her "stage" in person. He was an old prospector Grannie had met, and he had become so attached to the authoress he now followed her wherever she went. As for Xartal, he was a Martian and was slated to do the illustrations for Grannie's new book. And then I was shaking hands with Antlers Park, the manager of I. V. himself. So now here we were at the outer reaches of the Baldric, four travelers on foot with only the barest necessities in the way of equipment and supplies. We walked after that with taut nerves and watchful eyes, but we saw no repetition of the "mirage." Attached to its hood was a taut wire which slanted up into the sky to connect with the kite.
 He feared they would lose chartered rights with Spacolonial
 He feared they would have too much difficulty getting the employees back to work.  He feared that would not stop the plague of Red Spot Fever.  He feared they would lose chartered rights with Spacolonial  He feared their work would suffer from the break.