"Wait a minute." Then he turned to Tet'h. "Could you send them back for Drake?" "Yes," answered Tet'h. "Better not, though. She bad ... but lazy. Teach Terran so not ... learn Telfan." "Sandra? No dice. That's it, toots. Take it or leave it." "Look, Larry, isn't there something you can do?" "I doubt it. Give you a tip, though. Next time you poke someone else's nose into a mess remember that he who laughs last isn't always too dumb to catch on quick. At the next sound, it will be exactly three people making with deep belly laughs. So long, until we meet again--in about six months! In-you, we're at these Telfan co-ordicidentally, if you should find someone who would like to get rid of nates: South Longitude.... Hey, Tet'h, how do you pronounce these figures?" Tet'h caught his meaning and said: "Me tell." He addressed the microphone, and spoke in Telfan. "There," he finished, "is where ... are!" Timkins added: "So now you can get here all right." He closed the mike as the speaker started to make little animal sounds. "Fellows," said Larry. "She's mad!" "Crazy mad or angry mad?" "Boiling mad." "She'll be hard-boiled by the time she gets through stewing in her own juice," grinned Hammond. "Let's get some sky, fellows. O.K. ... we go?" he asked Tet'h. "We go," said Tet'h cheerfully. There was a quick conference between the two men who were to stay and Tet'h. Then the air-lock door was closed, and Timkins started to set up the controls. Up in the emergency room, the batteries started to fume and fret as the terrible overload hit them. The _Haywire Queen_ lifted uncertainly, gained a little speed, and then took off into the cloudless sky at an acceleration that varied continuously between nine to twenty feet per second per second per second under the super drive. Not too long after, the gravitron-cupralum drive took over, and the _Haywire Queen_ pointed her dome upwards at tiny Sol, blinking there in the sky between the constellations Aquila and Ophiuchus. THE END.