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Updated: June 5, 2025
Twenty minutes later the force fields of the giant landing grid lifted the liner smoothly out to space. The twenty-thousand-ton vessel went out to five planetary diameters, where its Lawlor drive could take hold of relatively unstressed space.
Jansen pushed back his chair and started to rise. There was no doubt as to his intentions; they were advertised in the dull and growing red which flamed in his face. But Kilrain, as though he had known such a moment would come, caught the Swede by the shoulders and forced him back into the chair. As he did so he whispered something in the ear of Jansen. "Let him go!" bellowed Lawlor.
"We'll see," he said to nobody in particular. Out in emptiness, but naturally sharing the orbit of the ship from which it had just come, Hoddan tried it out tentatively. He got the feel of it. Then as a matter of simple, rule-of-thumb astrogation, he got from a low orbit to a five-diameter height where the Lawlor drive would take hold by mere touches of rocket power.
"He's coming!" The head disappeared; the door slammed. Lawlor stretched both arms wide, shifted his belt, loosened his gun in the holster for the fiftieth time, and exhaled a long breath. Once more the door jerked open, and this time it was the head and sullen face of Nash, enlivened now by a peculiarly unpleasant smile. "He's here!"
He returned to his adaptation of the Lawlor drive to the production of ball lightning. It was possible to wind coils. A certain percentage of the old condensers held a charge. He tapped the drive-unit for brazing current, and the drill-press became a die-stamping device for small parts. He built up the elements of a vacuum tube such as is normally found only in a landing grid control room.
And to Kilrain, who was leaving the room: "Come back here." "Well?" snarled the sailor, half turning at the door. "While I'm runnin' this here ranch you're goin' to have manners, see?" "If manners was like your whiskers," said the unabashed Shorty, "it'd take me nigh onto thirty years to get 'em." And he winked at Bard for sympathy. Lawlor smashed his fist on the table.
Ball lightning was an area of space so stressed that its energy-content could leak out only very slowly, unless it made contact with a conductor, when all bets were off. It blew. And the Zan pirates used ball lightning to force the surrender of their victims. Hoddan began to draw diagrams. The Lawlor drive-unit had been installed long after the yacht was built.
A second form appeared in the doorway, lithe, graceful, and the light made her hair almost golden. "Ev'nin', fellers," called Sally jauntily. "Hello, Lawlor; what you doin' at the head of the table?" The bluff was ended.
In any case he'd get a modern space-liner and a suitable cargo to present to the emigrants of Colin. And afterward There were certain electronic circuits which were akin. The Lawlor drive unit formed a force field, a stress in space, into which a nearby ship necessarily moved.
The hands dropped limp from his hips and dangled idly at his sides; his body straightened almost with a jerk, as though he had been struck violently, and now, instead of that searching look, he was blinking down at his host. Lawlor rose and extended a broad hand and an even broader smile; he was proud of the strength which had suddenly returned to his legs. "H'ware ye, stranger?
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