"Not enough data. How many samples do you want?"
"As many as we can get in the rest of today. Six or seven hours, say—eight hours max."
"Call it seven.... Brownie on the guns, me on Compy.... Five minutes for you.... I should be able to lock down the next shot in five ... one minute extra, say, for safety factor ... that'd be ten an hour. Seventy planets enough?"
"That'll be fine."
"Okay. We're practically at Number One now," and James and Lola donned their scanners, ready for the job.
"Miss Flurnoy," Garlock said, "you might tell Mr. Entlore that we're...."
"Oh, I already have, sir."
"You don't have to come along, of course, if you'd rather stay here."
"Stay here, sir? Why, he'd kill me! I'm off the air for a minute," this last thought was a conspiratorial whisper. "Besides, do you think I'd miss a chance to be the first person—and just a girl, too—of a whole world to see other planets of other suns? Unless, of course, you invite Mr. Entlore and Mr. Holson along. They're both simply dying to go, I know, but of course won't admit it."