Channing pulled the lever for the third time, but as he did, Murdoch's ship leaped forward under several G. The magnets could not change in field soon enough to compensate for this change in direction, and the charge failed to connect as a bull's eye. It did expend some of its energy on the tail of the ship. Not enough to cripple the _Hippocrates_, but the vessel took on a charge of enough value to make things hard on the crew. Metal sparked, and instruments went mad. Meters wound their needles around the end pegs. The celestial globe glinted in a riot of color and then went completely dead. Gun servers dropped their projectiles as they became too heavily charged to handle, and they rolled across the turret floors, creating panic in the gun crews. The pilot fought the controls, but the charge on his driver tubes was sufficient to make his helm completely unpredictable. The panel sparked at him and seared his hands, spoiling his nervous control and making him heavy-handed. "Murdoch," cried Channing in a hearty voice, "that was a miss! Want a hit?" Murdoch's radio was completely dead. His ship was yawing from side to side as the static charges raced through the driver tubes. The pilot gained control after a fashion, and decided that he had taken enough. He circled the station warily and began to make a shaky landing at the south end. Channing saw him coming, and with a glint in his eye, he pressed the lever for the fourth and last time. Murdoch's ship touched the landing stage just after the charge had been driven out into space. The heavy negative charge on the _Hippocrates_ met the heavy positive charge on Venus Equilateral. The ship touched, and from that contact, there arose a cloud of incandescent gas. The entire charge left the ship at once, and through that single contact. When the cloud dissipated, the contact was a crude but efficient welded joint that was gleaming white-hot. Channing said to Walt: "That's going to be messy." Inside of the _Hippocrates_, men were frozen to their handholds. It was messy, and cleaning up the _Hippocrates_ was a job not relished by those who did it. But cleaning up Venus Equilateral was no small matter, either. A week went by before the snarled-up instruments were repaired. A week in which the captured _Hippocrates_ was repaired, too, and used to transport prisoners to and material and special supplies from Terra, and Venus, and Mars. A week in which the service from planet to planet was erratic. Then service was restored, and life settled down to a reasonable level. It was after this that Walt and Channing found time to spend an idle hour together. Walt raised his glass and said: "Here's to electrons!"