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"Mrs. Cleaver! My dear lieutenant! I'll thank you not to couple my
name with that of this this person! What ever made you think I was his
wife? I wouldn't marry him if he were the last man on earth "
And then Lancelot Biggs did a strange thing! For a startled moment he
stared at Helen MacDowell incredulously. Then he loosed a terrific
whoop. And I don't mean whisper.
"Eeee-yow!" he howled. "You and Hank aren't married?"
"Why, of course not!"
"You you haven't any children?"
Helen turned brick-red.
"After all, Lieutenant " she began stiffly. "But, really!"
I don't think Biggs heard her. For he had leaped to Cleaver's side, was
pounding him enthusiastically upon the back and shoulders.
"It's all right, then! You understand it's all right! Get those
brain-cells to work, Hank, old boy! It's in the bag! Eeee-yowee!"
And Hank Cleaver, from the depths of a brown study, said suddenly,
"Say, looka here I been thinkin' "
CHAPTER V
Minus Math
Lancelot Biggs said feverishly, "Don't think, Hank act! Anything you
say is all right by me. You're in command here! Give your orders!"
Hank said hesitantly, "Well, if you say so " and moved to the audio.
With his unerring sense of assurance, he selected the right button,
contacted the engine room. Chief Engineer Garrity's grizzled face
appeared in the plate.
"Yes, sorr?"
"Chief, turn off them there reverse engines right away," said Hank
hesitantly. "An' disconnect them anti er anti-grav doogummies."
Garrity's jaw fell open. He said, "I I beg your pardon, sorr!" and
looked around the room for verification of the orders. Cap Hanson, too,
had heard the command, and was turning a violent mauve. But Lancelot
Biggs nodded.
"Do as Mr. Cleaver says, Chief."
" an' when you git done doin' them things," Hank persisted gravely, "I
want you should git up steam. An' push for'rd as hard an' as fast as
you can. With " He swallowed hard. "With the auxil'ry use o' that new
speed gadget Lootenant Biggs invented."
Garrity almost strangled, but he got the words out.
"Yes... sorr!" Then he faded from the plate. Biggs stared at Hank.
"You you're sure you know what you're doing, Cleaver?"
"I think I do," said Horse-sense Hank. "It's the only thing makes
sense. I figgered an' figgered, and it looks to me like there's only
one logical way to act. We'll know in a minute if I'm right."
He dug his toe into the carpet, sort of grunted, coughed, glanced at
Biggs.
"Got a mite excited about me not bein' married, son. I been thinkin'
that over. You mean to say "
Biggs, looking confused, said,
"But you see, Hank "
"Yeah. Reckon I do. An' you an' you "
"Yes, sir," said Lancelot Biggs.
I stared at Donovan.
I said, "What makes with the brain trust? Double talk?"
He said, "Don't ask me, Buster. I just work here. Or used to. It's
even money whether I continue working or learn to play a harp. What
with that screwy command your friend Hank gave "
Then he, and I and everyone in the room stopped speaking. For again
there had come, remotely, a different tone-value from the engine room.
Hank's orders were being obeyed! And all eyes centered painfully on the
visiplate in which, almost blotting the entire frame now, was mirrored
the on-rushing planet....