"I said if we want to, and that's what I meant," Avery replied tartly, heading up the Saloon floor corridor. "I'll bet most of us didn't want or expect much more than to cut loose from our old lives and problems; and that's completely accomplished. Most of us just wanted to crawl away and die with some decent measure of privacy. We can do that, too, if we want to." Through the thin panel of the saloon door the music came, singing weakly at first, then growing, tremulously.... Eternal Father, God of Grace, Whose hand hath set the stars in place, "We've changed our minds, Elbert," said Samuel Wyckoff. Who biddst the planets turn and sweep To Thine appointed orbits keep, Oh hear us when to Thee we cry For those in peril in the sky! A moment's silence through the door. Wyckoff pushed it open for Avery and followed him into the room. The hundreds of people standing in the room, looking at Captain Daneshaw in the center, did not notice the two until they had almost reached him. Hundreds of breaths, thousands of muscles clenched, they awaited the word. Avery gave one furtive, almost guilty look around at the staring faces; then, his jauntiness returning, he took the last few steps to the captain's side. Tim Daneshaw raised his hand, unnecessarily, for silence. Avery spoke. "With your assistance, we shall land on Venus on schedule." A great sigh from hundreds of lips. Avery continued, "We are off course because of a factor that was overlooked in building the _Colonia_. But there is no reason why we can't meet our new home when she gets there. There is no reason why we can't do a better job than the engineers and Space Commission expected of us." _No_ reason. There were more ways of outsmarting young fools than tying their feet with high tension wire. He gestured at Sam Wyckoff. "Tell 'em what to do next, trouble shooter."