"Very well, then," shrugged the major. "Carry on! Do as you please!" Shaking his head in confusion, the major left the room.
"Well," said Kit Barnard, stepping forward, a big smile on his face, "what are we waiting for?"
"Minus five, four, three, two, one—zero!"
The spaceship Good Company shot away from the small moon of Mars and thousands of eyes at the spaceport followed it into the heavens, watching its blazing track disappear into the depths of space. If sympathy and good wishes could decide the race to Titan, the spaceship Good Company was a certain winner.
Aboard the sleek craft, Tom Corbett relaxed after the tremendous blast-off acceleration and turned to look at the tense face of Kit Barnard who was seated in the pilot's chair.
"Why don't you get some sleep, Kit?" said Tom. "I can take this baby over. It's the least I can do for all you've done for me."
"Thanks, Tom, but I'll stay with it awhile longer," replied the veteran spaceman. "At least until we find out where the Space Knight is."
Tom suddenly remembered the trouble with Roger.
"Has there been any news of them at all?" he asked.