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She started at the sound of her mother's voice. "I am quite well," she said, coming towards the fire, slightly shivering, "but somehow I feel stupid; I suppose just because it is Sunday." "That is not a very good reason, I should think," said Mrs Seaton, gravely. "What were you thinking about?" "I don't know; I have forgotten. I was thinking about a great many things.
Once more he adjusted her helmet and strapped her into place. As Crane had in the meantime cared for the other girl, the men again took their places and Seaton started the motor which would automatically advance the speed levers, one notch every five seconds, until the full power of both motors was exerted.
Building those generators would have been a long and difficult task for a corps of earthly mechanics and electricians, but to Seaton it was merely a job. The "shop" had been enlarged and had been filled to capacity with Osnomian machinery; machine tools that were capable of performing automatically and with the utmost precision and speed any conceivable mechanical operation.
"Though unable to move, I was conscious and saw all that happened you kept them so busy that they didn't have a chance to give us enough to kill us outright. You have saved the lives of millions of our nation and have saved Kondal itself from annihilation." "Oh, it's not that bad," answered Seaton, uncomfortably. "Both nations have been invaded before."
"You seem to have been doin' some tall thinkin' yourself," said Silent drily; "you guess the cowpunchers are goin' on our trail on their own hook?" "There ain't no doubt of it." "Where'd you hear it?" "Young Seaton." "He's one of them?" "Yes." "I'll remember him. By the way, I see you got a little token of Whistlin' Dan on your arm." He pointed to the bandage on Buck's right forearm.
After a brief conversation with the officer in charge, Dunark turned to Seaton. "Didn't you find that your springs couldn't stand up under the acceleration?" "Yes, they flattened out dead." "The Kolanix Felan, in charge of the work, thought so, and substituted our compound-compensated type, made of real spring metal, for them. They'll hold you through any acceleration you can live through."
Trained mathematicians both, they knew instantly that that unknown world was of inconceivable mass, and that their chance of escape was none too good, even should they abandon the other craft to its fate. Seaton stared at Crane, his fists clenched and drops of perspiration standing on his forehead. Suddenly, with agony in his eyes and in his voice, he spoke.
The smell of violets vanished, but when he sat down again he pondered. He knew Mrs. Seaton, and thought she meant to hint his pluck might soon be needed. When Ellen smiled like that she was plotting something. The drawing-room at Mrs. Cartwright's house on the Cheshire side of the Mersey was large and old-fashioned.
Assured by a rapid glance that not a single Mardonalian remained upon the dock, Seaton turned back to the others. "Make it snappy, bunch! This is going to be a mighty unhealthy spot for us in a few minutes." Dorothy threw her arms around his neck in relief.
Watching the ancient physicist work, Seaton compared himself to a schoolboy mixing chemicals indiscriminately and ignorantly, with no knowledge whatever of their properties, occasionally obtaining a reaction by pure chance.
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