"Perhaps," Livia said dreamily. "Perhaps that is the only way. But by then, Tom, it will be already too late. There has been no living child born to us in the last ten years. By the time the Earth people reach Mars and establish regular passageway--we will be too old to keep the race alive." * * * * * "Then let's speed it up!" he said. "Let's make _sure_ that the space lanes open! Let's do everything to make Space the most important project on Earth!" "But how?" Andrusco said, bewildered. Tom went to the visiphone. "Get me the Lunt Theatre!" he snapped. Homer Bradshaw's face appeared. "Mr. Bradshaw?" "Hi, Tom! How's the boy?" "Great, Homer, great. Only listen. I got a new angle for you. We're gonna doctor up that show of yours before the opening. Don't worry about the dough-- Homelovers will take care of it with pleasure." "Sure, Tom! Anything you say!" "Then take this down. The first thing we're changing is the title. From now on it's _Mars Or Bust_ ..." THE END Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from _Amazing Stories_ December 1957. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed. Minor spelling and typographical errors have been corrected without note.