"You called it without consulting me." Tregarron playfully wagged a finger. "Shouldn't do that sort of thing, Jorj."
"But I tell you I was completely prepared. I was absolutely sure of my ground."
"I know, I know," Tregarron said lightly. "But it's not the right time for it. I'm the best judge of that."
"When will be the right time?"
Tregarron shrugged. "Look here, Jorj," he said, "every man should stick to his trade, to his forte. Technology isn't ours."
Jorj's lips thinned. "But you know as well as I do that we are going to have to have a nuclear spaceship and actually go to Mars someday."
Tregarron lifted his eyebrows. "Are we?"
"Yes! Just as we're going to have to build a real Maizie. Everything we've done until now have been emergency measures."