"You're getting the idea. Anything else?" "All this is built around the supposition that he will not be there when we arrive. Suppose he _is_ there?" "The chances are a thousand to one that he will be gone somewhere, exploring--he never did like to stick around in any one place. And even in the remote possibility that he should be on the planet, he certainly will not be at the dock when we land, so the story is still good. If he should be there, we shall simply have to arrange matters so that our meeting him face to face is delayed until after we have got what we want; that's all." "All right; I've got it down solid." "Be sure that you have. Above all, remember the mental attitude toward Seaton--hero worship. He is not only the greatest man that Earth ever produced; he is the king-pin of the entire Galaxy, and we rate him just a hair below the Almighty. Think that thought with every cell of your brain. Concentrate on it with all your mind. Feel it--act it--really believe it until I tell you to quit." "I'll do that. Now what?" "Now we hunt up the _Violet_, transfer to her, and set this cruiser adrift on a course toward Earth. And while I think of it, we want to be sure not to use any more power than the _Skylark_ could, anywhere near the Green System, and cover up anything that looks peculiar about the power plant. We're not supposed to know anything about the five-light drive of the Fenachrone, you know." "But suppose that you can't find the _Violet_, or that she has been destroyed?" "In that case we'll go to Osnome and steal another one just like her. But I'll find her--I know her exact course and velocity, we have ultrarange detectors, and her automatic instruments and machinery make her destructionproof." * * * * * DuQuesne's chronometers were accurate, his computations were sound, and his detectors were sensitive enough to have revealed the presence of a smaller body than the _Violet_ at a distance vastly greater than the few millions of miles which constituted the unavoidable error. Therefore the Osnomian cruiser was found without trouble and the transfer was effected without untoward incident. Then for days the _Violet_ was hurled at full acceleration toward the center of the Galaxy. Long before the Green System was reached, however, the globular cruiser was swung off her course and, mad acceleration reversed, was put into a great circle, so that she would approach her destination from the direction of our own solar system. Slower and slower she drove onward, the bright green star about which she was circling resolving itself first into a group of bright-green points and finally into widely spaced, tiny green suns.