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How about seeing those physicists?" "I'd like to see them today, sir. The sooner you get started on this work, the better it will be for the IP." "Having seen me, will you join up in the IP again?" asked McLaurin. "No, sir, I don't think I will. I have another field you know, in which I may be more useful.
MR. CHAIRMAN, MRS. MCLAURIN STEVENS, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN: I assure you that I am profoundly aware of the solemn significance of the thing that has now taken place. The Daughters of the Confederacy have presented a memorial of their dead to the Government of the United States. I hope that you have noted the history of the conception of this idea.
It's the howl they put up for the first four that counts. The electron-feed is necessary, because otherwise they'd smash on and ruin that mirror. They work practically in a perfect vacuum. That beam smashes the air out of the way. Of course, in space it would work better." "How could it?" asked Faragaut, faintly. "Kendall," asked McLaurin, "can we install that in the IP ships?" "You can start."
We do not think they will be able to reach Earth, because Commander McLaurin here will withdraw his ships to Earth to protect the planet and the great 'Lunar Bank' will display its true character." Faragaut looked unsympathetically at Buck Kendall, as he stood glaring perplexedly at the apparatus he had been working on. "What's the matter, Buck, won't she perk?" "No, damn it, and it should."
The regular group will be here?" Kendall nodded as he signed in triplicate. That evening, Buck had found the trouble in his apparatus, for as he well knew, the theory was right, only the practical apparatus needed changing. Before the group composed of Faragaut, McLaurin and the members of Kendall's "bank," he demonstrated it.
"Yes I got a report on that of 'finished' last week. How have you made out?" Buck Kendall's face fell. "Not so hot. Devin's been the biggest help he did most of the work on that neutron gun really " "After," McLaurin interrupted, "you told him how." " but we're pretty well stuck now, it seems. You'll be off duty tomorrow evening, can't you drop around to the lab?
The Malcolms were a great family, too. They were a proud people, though not in the same way as my McLaurin kin. They had no fine traditions based on the fragments of a Scotchman's kilt. Quite to the contrary, my father used to boast that they had been just simple, God-fearing folk, Presbyterians in every branch for generations, and sometimes he delighted in the idea that he was a self-made man.
"The difference," said Buck Kendall slowly, when the reports came in from scout-ships in space that had witnessed the last struggle, "between an atomic generator and an atomic power-store, or accumulator, is clearly shown. We haven't an adequate source of power." McLaurin sighed slowly, and rose to his feet. "What can we do?"
"No, because gravity and the fields I use in driving are First Degree Uncertainties of the higher classes. "But at any rate, it will work. And I suspect you came to say you were ready to go." "I did." McLaurin nodded. "Still stick to your original plan?" McLaurin nodded. "I think it's best.
Two weeks more had passed, while the "S Doradus" and the "Cepheid" were fitted out with the new apparatus Buck had designed. They were almost ready to start now. McLaurin came down the corridor, and stopped near Kendall. He too smiled at the Miran's attempts. "They've got a long way to go, Buck." "They're going a long way. Clear back home and we'll be right along.
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