"One thing I'd like to know. We were catching up with you, fast, and all of a sudden you pulled away from us as though we was standing still, yet we were all in slings, and doing three and a half G's. How'd you do it?"
Mr. Carver smiled lazily. "We're submitting a full report to The Space Pilot's Gazette. You can read it there—if they let you read where you're going."
He turned back to the Board members and again expressed the thanks of himself and his family.
Chairman Wilson held out a sheet of paper. "You may be interested in this report. It came from the Communications Center on Petrarch Three, and was the deciding factor in your case."
The four clustered close to read:
"Carver signals heard first, then ceased one by one and the Bogin signals began, although one Carver signal, the solar one, is still heard."
Mr. Carver turned to the Board members and said, "Like most crooks, Bogin was yellow. He didn't have nerve enough to run in as close to the sun as these youngsters of mine did, and so couldn't change their signal there. The boys are great planet mappers—both of them."
EDWARD EVERETT EVANS
was born in Coldwater, Michigan, the youngest of the four children of John and Nellie Evans.