Books author - "Murray Leinster"
rette. The ship flew with more steadiness than a railroad car rolls on rails. There was the oddly cushioned sound of the motors. It was all very matter-of-fact.But Joe said angrily: "Look! Is any of what you said--well--kidding?" "I wish it were, fella," said the co-pilot. "I can talk to you about it, but most of it's hushed up. I tell you----" "Why can you talk to me?" demanded Joe suspiciously. "What makes it all right for you to talk to me?"
Report back!"Diane strained her ears for possible re-transmission of the Niccola's signals, which would indicate the Plumie's willingness to try conversation. But she suddenly raised her hand and pointed to the radar-graph instrument. It repeated the positioning of dots which were stray meteoric matter in the space between worlds in this system. What had been a spot--the Plumie ship--was now a line of dots. Baird pressed the button. "Radar reporting!" he said curtly. "The
rette. The ship flew with more steadiness than a railroad car rolls on rails. There was the oddly cushioned sound of the motors. It was all very matter-of-fact.But Joe said angrily: "Look! Is any of what you said--well--kidding?" "I wish it were, fella," said the co-pilot. "I can talk to you about it, but most of it's hushed up. I tell you----" "Why can you talk to me?" demanded Joe suspiciously. "What makes it all right for you to talk to me?"
Report back!"Diane strained her ears for possible re-transmission of the Niccola's signals, which would indicate the Plumie's willingness to try conversation. But she suddenly raised her hand and pointed to the radar-graph instrument. It repeated the positioning of dots which were stray meteoric matter in the space between worlds in this system. What had been a spot--the Plumie ship--was now a line of dots. Baird pressed the button. "Radar reporting!" he said curtly. "The