"The last thing I remember is when that blasted devil of a slug-man bashed my head against the floor of the Goddard."
Anderson nodded and said, "Luckily for you, your skull turned out to be a thick one. Instead of being cracked wide open as any ordinary head would have been under the circumstances, your cranium was only dented. The doctor says you'll recover from the concussion, but it will be at least a month before you will be able to pilot a space-ship."
"And what about the others—LeDoux, Helen Green and the girls of the band?"
"All of them are safe and sound." Then Anderson told him about the courage and resourcefulness which Helen had displayed when she saved the Earth-People from the Callistonian guard.
"Mrs. Green sure is a swell girl," Verger murmured.
"You don't know the half of it," the Professor declared. "It was Helen who risked her life to give you first aid while we were taking off from Callisto. All the rest of us were strapped into our hammocks and seats to protect ourselves against the rapid acceleration. Doctor Williams told me that you owe your life to the way she took care of you both on the Goddard and here."
"Do you mean to say that Helen has been my nurse at this hospital?"
"That's right," Anderson smiled, "and I wouldn't be surprised if that was Helen coming down the corridor right now!"
As Helen Green entered the dimly lighted room, her beaming, radiant face and her lustrous, red hair reminded Verger of noon-day sunshine on dear old Earth.
Without making a sound, Anderson tiptoed out of the room, leaving Verger alone with his beautiful nurse.