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"Now we wait. The application goes downstairs and the big computer goes to work on it. First thing they'll do is kick aside all the cards of men named Steve Donnell. Then they'll check them all against the physical description I supplied. Soon as they find a man who fits the bill, they'll 'stat his card and send it up here to us. We copy down the televector number and have them trace him down."
"Are you still talking about your force pump?" asked Tom Donnell. "Well, it's a good pump," replied Cole, defending his invention. "Wait until you see these," said Mr. Bergman, who had come to superintend unloading the engines. Each chemical apparatus consisted of a large copper tank on four wheels. It had a long hose, on a reel, and a rope to pull the machine by, similar to the old hand engine.
"Maybe it isn't the box place," suggested Tom Donnell. "I hope not," spoke Cole, laboredly. "The factory is the nearest building to the alarm box," said Bert, "but of course the using of that box doesn't mean that the factory is on fire." "Something is blazing, anyhow," added Tom. "I can see the reflection."
Captain Donnell had won the friendship of the little creature and had brought him back to the ship when time came for the Valhalla to return to Earth for its next assignment. Rat had been the Captain's pet, and he had given Alan the small animal on his tenth birthday.
Melaghlin O'Donnell succeeded Donnell More from '41 to '47, Godfrey from '48 to '57, and Donnell Oge from 1257 to 1281, when he was slain in battle.
Now, Miss Shirley, the correct pronunciation of our name is DonNELL . . . accent on the last syllable. I hope you'll remember this in future." "I'll try to," gasped Anne, choking back a wild desire to laugh. "I know by experience that it's very unpleasant to have one's name SPELLED wrong and I suppose it must be even worse to have it pronounced wrong." "Certainly it is.
But Alan Donnell was not the figure of scorn James Hudson Cavour had been; no one laughed at him when he said that by 3885 hyperspace travel would be reality. 3884 slipped past. Now the time was drawing near. Alan spent virtually all his hours at the research center, aiding in the successive tests. On March 11, 3885, the final test was accomplished satisfactorily.
"Jake Donnell has been there shingling the roof. He is a full-fledged carpenter now, so it seems he has had his own way in regard to the choice of a life-work. You remember his mother wanted him to be a college professor. I shall never forget the day she came to the school and rated me for failing to call him St. Clair." "Does anyone ever call him that now?" "Evidently not.
Captain Donnell shook his head uncomprehendingly. "Alan how did you I mean and you're so much older, too! "The Cavour Drive, Dad. I've had plenty of time to develop it. Nine good long years, back on Earth. And for you it's only a couple of months since you blasted off!" Another figure appeared in the corridor. Steve. He looked good; the last few months aboard the Valhalla had done their work.
Then, with long poles which reached to the bottom of the lake, the boat was shoved out from shore. "The barge is adrift!" cried Tom Donnell. "Then we've got to go after it!" responded Bert. "We can make a line fast and tow it away, or it will set the other barges below here on fire, and we'll have more than we can handle. If we can keep the blaze to the one barge we'll be all right"
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