"Two hundred twenty gravs," the man said. "Full swing completed on both axes. That's it. Ease off your tractors."
He looked closely at his panel of meters, then got off his stool and stretched.
"No evidence of strain. Looks as though all components are good." He turned, looking at the test operators.
"Let's get this place cleaned up."
The sense of disorientation set up by the tractors was subsiding. Stan got to his feet and looked at his companion.
Dachmann nodded at him.
"Well," he said slowly, "Golzer can get off the hook now. His run'll be approved. Suppose we get back on the job."
He led the way out of the blockhouse tunnel.
A car was pulling up at the entrance. A heavy, square face looked from a rear window and a large hand beckoned.
"Dachmann, Graham. Over here."