For a long moment no one spoke. Then Paulette, with tears of happiness dimming her eyes, turned and gripped Adam's hand in her own. "My dear," she smiled, "thank you." As Adam turned to her, he felt Wayland gripping his other hand tightly. "I understand, sir. Nothing will be said." Adam smiled tenderly at Paulette, then his eyes turned anxiously to search those of his crew. On every face was a commending grin of approval. In every pair of eyes was a promise that had been given, and would be kept. With a suspicious huskiness in his voice, Adam drew himself erect. "Thank you gentlemen," he said softly. The crew filed out. With his arm around Paulette, he drew her gently to the starboard port, and pointed to a dim, fast-receding, silver-green orb. "There it is, darling. I don't know whether to curse it or bless it." He grinned at her quizzically. She came close to him, and her arms stole gently about him. "I'll bless it as long as I live," she breathed. He held her close. His head bowed to meet her soft, red lips. "Beg pardon, sir." Wayland's voice sounded far away. "Yes?" Adam did not turn his head. "The course it set, sir. Any further orders, sir?" "Yes, Mr. Wayland. One." "Yes, sir?" "Get out, Mr. Wayland." End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Expedition to Pluto, by Fletcher Pratt and Laurence Manning