When he spoke, Rawson's words came in smooth, clipped phrases. "Mr. Durk, I'll explain briefly why it would be fatal to head straight into the storm. The instruments indicate that the storm drift ahead of the ship is heavily charged with electrons. Our space ship is a charged body. Breaking the relation of the space ship and the drift down mathematically we have the equation V equals q/r where V is the velocity of the ship and q the potential of the electronic charge in the center of the drift, and r the radius." Rawson watched the underofficer's face grow longer and longer, but determinedly he continued. "Should we head directly into the drift we will be up against the following law--the shorter the distance in which a given amount of work is done the greater the force that must be exerted. We will be stalled in the center of the drift. To avoid disaster, the direction of the drift must be at right angles at every point to the space ship. Do you follow?" Mingled with the lack of comprehension in Durk's eyes was intense bitterness--bitterness over not being appointed captain of the _Star Flight_ after the death of the previous chief officer, whom Durk affectionately called "the old man". Durk was starting a growl deep down in his alligator throat when the situation was taken out of his hands by the immutable laws that Rawson had just expounded. The vessel jerked with a huge shudder that threw Rawson and the rest of the crew off balance. With a screech of metal the space ship picked up speed as it was drawn into the potential in the center of the drift as well as being pushed by the power of its rockets. With greyhound leaps, Rawson tore towards the control dials and twisted the wheels of the gyroscope. The ship groaned and reeled. It refused to heed the control. "Power! Reverse the power!" Rawson screeched into the intercom. "Reverse the rockets!" He felt the instruments tremble under his hands like reeds. Suddenly the rockets went dead. Then as the crew reversed the power, they roared to life again. The _Star Flight_ jerked in a death struggle. The rockets rattled and screamed as if sand had been thrown into the atom chargers. Slowly the ship turned over, tilting at right angles to the drift. A blinding flash like a bolt of lightning flamed across the power panels. The lights suddenly died. The ship was in darkness. Rawson tore at the emergency switches, got them under control. A banshee wail sounded throughout the _Star Flight_. "Emergency! Emergency!" In the darkness in back of him, Rawson heard the alligator bark of Underofficer Durk. "Ship out of control, eh? We're drifting, eh? See if your book learnin' 'll get yuh out o' this!" Rawson turned, and his voice was icy. "Mr. Durk! Consider yourself under arrest!" "Ha, ha, ha--"