"Let's try it!" Jak was all eagerness.
"Take it easy, Son. We've got to talk and study this a lot first."
Mr. Carver then turned to his wife, who had sunk back into her seat, biting her lips to keep from crying out, her hands clenched tightly. "Well make as sure as we possibly can before we decide to do anything, Honey, but don't you see the advantage of this if it will work? We must get to Terra first if we can, and this seems to be the only way we know of doing it."
"I see that," she said with a sigh of resignation, "and I know you'll know what you're doing before you do it."
"We sure will." Then Mr. Carver turned back to Jak. "Tell us again all about this stuff, and what the book says."
Jak talked rapidly but concisely for nearly five minutes. Afterwards he showed his father the reel, and his table of components of the mixture. Mr. Carver studied the book carefully for some time, and minutely compared the formula as given there with the one Jak had used. Then he lay back and thought with intense concentration for nearly a quarter of an hour. Finally he raised his head with determination.
"I think we should try it. It seems safe, from all the evidence here. I have faith enough in Jak's ability to trust him to have made the fluid correctly—his formula checks exactly with the one in the reels. And if it works, we can win out."
Jon rose purposefully. "Right, Pop. Come on, Jak, let's break out the pressure packs and get them hung."
They went into the storeroom, and soon came back, each staggering under the weight and inconvenience of two packs. These they hung from the bulkhead hooks built into the ship for just that purpose, and made sure they were securely anchored.
"How much time after the injection before we blank out, Owl?" Jon asked then.