The Search for G aka-Find G G for Germanium

This is the story of a man who never belonged anywhere, whose backyard is the world, whose ways of life are the dreams of escape for those who want action but never find it. A man?

John? Feel. Adventurer. Want to make a fortune? Sure. Why not? You may be just a guy. All you have to do is find a certain mess. Its first letter is G. No, not goals.

Not goal, Uranium, or any of those. The stuff I'm talking about is still known to only a few. Wanna try for that fortune? Find...Gee. Ken Yager is an interesting guy. He's a scientist, one of the new kinds.

He won't find him in a long fight smart behind a laboratory table. Every time I've seen him, he's been wearing dungarees, working in a plaid-mack and all over a sweatshirt. They're liable to find him anywhere, even in a coal yard.

Hey, too! Fight, and what you up to? Right now! What's he doing up on top of that coal pile? Huh? What'd you say? Right down, I said. And you'll pipe down now, huh? Huh? You want to get the watchman on us?

Somebody is supposed to be in here. Well, you told me to meet you here. Didn't know that post a watchman. Well, of course I have one. This yard's private property. Come on, before we get caught.

Come on, well, sure, sure. Come on, before he sees us get them out. I said, thanks, but before he catches me with this, I definitely adorn any other steam in the bag of coal. Okay, now, watch.

Watch him turn his back. That hole, one. Now listen you, first the coal yard. You are the God down here too. You tell me to meet you at the coal yard. You steal a paper bag of coal.