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"W e l l ," the scientist looked hurt, but did consent to forego the high math. "The discharge _is_ catastrophic; in energy equivalent something of the order of magnitude of ten thousand discharges of lightning. And, unfortunately, I do _not_ know what it is. WELL THE SCIENTIST LOOKED HURT BUT DID CONSENT TO FOREGO THE HIGH MATH THE DISCHARGE IS CATASTROPHIC THE ENERGY EQUIVALENTS SOMETHING IN THE ORDER OF A MAGNITUDE OF TEN THOUSAND DISCHARGES OF LIGHTNING AND UNFORTUNATELY I DO NOT KNOW WHAT IT IS
 girls' slowness in producing has given the old boy a big lift, and I'm mighty glad of it." "But aren't you _worried_, sweetheart? Not even the least little bit?" "Of course not," and Deston very evidently meant just that. "I am. I can't help but be. Why aren't you?" "Because Doc isn't, and he knows his stuff, believe me. He can't lie any better than a three-year-old, and he's _sure_ that all four of you are just as safe as though you were in God's lefthand hip pocket." "Oh--that's right. I never thought of it that way. So I _don't_ have anything to worry about, do I?" She lifted her lips to be kissed; and the kiss was long and sweet. * * * * * Time flew past until, one day a couple of weeks short of arrival, Adams rushed up to Deston and Jones. "I have it!" he shouted, and began to spout a torrent of higher--very _much_ higher--mathematics. "Hold it, Doc!" Deston held up an expostulatory hand. "I read you zero and ten. Can't you delouse your signal? Whittle the stuff down to our size? S FIGURED OUT A VARIABLE TIME OF SOME KIND OR OTHER ANYWAY YOU GIRL'S SLOWNESS IN PRODUCING HAS GIVEN THE OLD BOY A BIG LIFT AND I'M MIGHTY GLAD OF IT BUT AREN'T YOU WORRIED SWEETHEART NOT EVEN IN THE LEAST LITTLE BIT OF COURSE NOT AND DESTON VERY EVIDENTLY MEANT JUST THAT BUT I AM I CAN'T HELP BUT BEA WHY AREN'T YOU BECAUSE DOC ISN'T AND HE KNOWS HIS STUFF BELIEVE ME HE CAN'T LIE ANY BETTER THAN A THREE YEAR OLD AND HE'S SURE THAT ALL FOUR OF YOU ARE JUST AS SAFE AS THOUGH YOU WERE IN GOD'S LEFT HAND HIP POCKET OH THAT'S RIGHT I NEVER THOUGHT OF IT THAT WAY SO I DON'T HAVE ANYTHING TO WORRY ABOUT DO I SHE LIFTED HER LIPS TO BE KISSED AND THE KISS WAS LONG AND SWEET TIME FLEW PAST UNTIL ONE DAY A COUPLE OF WEEKS SHORT OF ARRIVAL ADAMS PUSHED UP TO DESTON AND JONES I HAVE IT HE SHOUTED AND BEGAN TO SPOUT A TORRENT OF HIGHER VERY MUCH HIGHER MATHEMATICS HOLD IT DOC DESTON HELD UP AN EXPOSTULATORY HAND I READ YOU ZERO AND TEN CAN'T YOU DELASH YOUR SIGNAL WHITTLE THE STUFF DOWN TO OUR SIZE
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