You know what that would mean!"
Cochrane snarled at him.
"Try it and I'll tear you limb from limb! I've put enough of other
people's private lives on the screen! My own stays off! I'm not going to
have even a phoney screen-show built around Babs and me for people to
gabble about!"
Bell said in an injured tone:
"I'm only trying to do a good job! I started off on this business as a
writer. I haven't had a real chance to show what I can do with this sort
of material!"
"Forget it!" Cochrane snapped again. "Stick to your cameras!"
Jamison said hopefully:
"You'll give me some data on plants and animals, Mr. Cochrane? Won't
you? I'm doing a book with Bell's pictures, and--"
"Let me alone!" raged Cochrane.
He reached the control-room. Al, the pilot, sat at the controls with an
air of special alertness.
"You're all right? For our lined up trip, we ought to leave in about
twenty minutes. We'll be pointing just about right then."
"I'm all right," said Cochrane. "And you can take off when you please."
To Jones he said: "How'd you find us? I didn't think it could be done."
"Doctor Holden figured it out," said Jones.
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