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The girls were unwrapped from their silver-mesh cocoons and, after a minute or so of semihysterics, were as good as new. Then Deston stared into the 'scope and gulped. Without saying a word he waved a hand and the others looked.

"What's the chance of it having an Earth-type planet?" "Any solid planet will do," Adams said. "Just so it has plenty of mass." "That's still quite a trip." Deston was coming around. "Especially since we can't use more than one point " "One point zero gravities," Jones put in. "Over the long pull and the women you're right," Deston agreed, and took out his slide rule.

Like the ex-urbanite said to the gardener: 'I don't want you to work hard just take big shovelfulls and lots of 'em per minute'." "That's enough out of you, Herc my boy. You'll be next. Go ahead, Babe." Deston went ahead, and spoke almost steadily for thirty minutes. He did not mention the gangsters; nor any personal matters. Otherwise, his report was accurate and complete.

"Friday, Sep " French's voice was replaced by a much older one; very evidently that of a Fellow of the College. After listening for a moment to the newcomer and Adams, Barbara took Deston by the arm and led him away. "Just a little bit of that gibberish is a bountiful sufficiency, husband mine. So I think we'd better take Captain French's advice, don't you?"

"Come with me, dear, where we can talk," she said, finally; eying with disfavor the half-dozen highly interested spectators. And a couple of minutes later, in cabin two hundred eighty-one, Deston said: "So this is why I had to come down into passenger territory. You came aboard at exactly zero seven forty-three." "Uh-uh." She shook her yellow head. "A few minutes before that.

Crew-chief, normal space jobs, unlimited." "Your passengers, Herc?" "Vincent Lopresto, financier, and his two bodyguards. They were sleeping in their suits, on air-mattresses. Grounders. Don't like subspace or space, either." "Just so." The gray-haired man nodded, almost happily. "We survivors, then, absorbed the charge gradually " "But what the " Deston began. "One moment, please, young man.

To make sure, however or to keep the girl from knowing that she had killed a man? Deston and Jones each put a bullet through the falling head before it struck the rug. Both girls flung themselves, sobbing, into their husband's arms. The whole battle had lasted only a few seconds.

"What happened.... What hap ...?" the man began. "Wrecked. We've had it. We're abandoning ship. Get into that cubby over there, shut the door tight behind you, and stay there!" "But can't I do something to help?" "Without a suit and not knowing how to use one? You'd get burned to a cinder. Get in there and jump!" The oldster jumped and Deston turned to his wife. "Stay here at the port, Bobby.

But there's a dozen Big Brains here, gnawing their nails off up to the wrist to talk to Adams all the rest of the night, so put him on and let's get back to sleep, huh? They're cutting this mike now." "Just a minute!" Deston snapped. "What's your time?" "Three, fourteen, thirty-seven. So go back to bed, you night-prowling owl." "Of what day, month, and year?" Deston insisted.

He plugged a jack into a socket below the one remaining green light and spoke: "Procyon One to Control Six. Flight Eight Four Nine. Subspace Radio Test One. How do you read me, Control Six?" "Control Six to Procyon One. I read you ten and zero. How do you read me, Procyon One?" "Ten and zero. Out." Deston flipped a toggle and the solitary green light went out. Perfect signal and zero noise.