"
"I shall have to think it over--," began Dabney nervously.
"You can say," promised Cochrane, "that if it does not work you will
check over what Jones did and tell him why."
"Y-yes," said Dabney hesitantly, "I could do that. But I must think it
over first. You will have to delay--"
"If I were you," said Cochrane confidentially, "I would plan a speech to
that effect because the test is coming off in five minutes."
He closed his face-plate as Dabney began to protest. He went into the
lock. He knew better than to hold anything up while waiting for a
neurotic to make a decision. Dabney had all he wanted, now. From this
moment on he would be frantic for fear of losing it. But there could be
no argument outside the laboratory. In the airlessness, anything anybody
said by walkie-talkie could be heard by everybody.
When Dabney and Simms followed out of the lock, Cochrane was helping
Jones set up the device that had been prepared for this test. It was
really two devices. One was a very flat cone, much like a coolie-hat and
hardly larger, with a sort of power-pack of coils and batteries
attached. The other was a space-ship's distress-signal rocket, designed
to make a twenty-mile streak of red flame in emptiness.
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