"He may be wrong." Dave found her hand and held it over his side. "Feel warm? That's a collection of fission products, tossing all sorts of junk around." After a moment she said, "Some men wait for death complacently; some spend their remaining time roistering; and Dave Crandall spends his time doing dangerous jobs for humanity. Now tell me that you're not an idealist, Dave." "I--" "Oh, stop arguing," she said. She still held the hand that had pressed hers over his side. Now Jane caught it in a hard grip and pulled, rolling him towards her. She met him halfway, missed his lips on the first try, and then made contact as her free arm went around his shoulders. Dave's was a startled response at first. "Who's arguing?" he asked after a moment. He added his free arm to the embrace and held her to him. The stars above them whirled a quarter way across the sky--unnoticed. CHAPTER THREE The Other World Crandall awoke to the faint sounds of farm life and spent a few sleepy moments wondering where he was. The low of a cow, the creak of a windmill, and the bustle of activity in another part of the house; the sigh of a free wind and the whisper of leaves--none of these were indigenous to his normal habitat and it annoyed him until the sleep left him and he recalled. Days of hard work and too little sleep, the relaxation of the farm for an evening. Jane. Jane! Crandall swore mildly. He became introspective and carefully analyzed his feelings, even though he knew that he was hopelessly incapable of coming to an honest solution about himself. His glands and his intellect were at wide variance. He had no right to ask for nor could he offer love. Dave growled at himself and climbed out of bed. A cool shower helped; he was glad that the Nolan farm was not of the older variety. Here at least was farm life with almost every comfort of urban living. He dressed and then went down the stairs slowly. "Sleepyhead," Jane called as she saw him. "It's nearly nine o'clock." "Middle of the night," he said. "Dad and Mom have been up for hours." "And you?" "Positively minutes." Jane came to him, face upraised. He kissed her and momentarily forgot his troubles. But it all ended too soon. Breakfast was leisurely, and then they were off, back to Merion. They arrived at the laboratory in an hour, and then the bustle of activity herded Dave's introspective feelings out of his mind. He discovered that the night of relaxation had sharpened his mind. He ran through the program once more in the remote lab, and then they announced that he was ready to try the real thing. Dave went to the jeep. Jane followed. "Dave--be careful." "As possible," he agreed. He kissed her and then started off towards the remote lab that still held the crystal clamped in the electrodes.