"Then they should lambaste one another with their instruments, not paste the sub-ether with 'em."
Channing lit a cigarette. "Mark the dial," he said. "Both of 'em. I've got to get in touch with the Thomas Boys."
Walt marked the dials and tuned for the Relay Girl. He found it coming in not far from the other setting. Charley was speaking, and they tuned in near the middle of his speech.
"—this thing so that it will not buck like a scenic railway finding the fourth derivative of space with respect to time. For my nontechnical listeners, that is none other than the better known term: Jerkiness. We applied the modulation in to the first driver anode—the little circular one right above the cathode. I don't know whether this is getting out as it should, so I'm going to talk along for the next fifteen minutes straight until I hear from you. Then we're switching over and repeating. Can you hear me?"
Channing cut the gain down to a whisper and put a message on the beam, confirming his reception. Ten minutes later, Charley changed his set speech, and said: "Good! Too bad we haven't got one of those receivers here, or we could make this a two-way with some action. Now listen, Don. My idiot brother says he can make the beam transmit without the drive. Unfortunately, I am not a driver expert like he is and so I can not remonstrate with the half-wit. So, and right now, we're cutting the supply voltage to the final focusing anode. Whoops! I just floated off the floor and the mike cable is all tangled up in my feet. This free stuff is not as simple as the old fiction writers claimed it was. Things are floating all over the place like mad. The accelerometer says exactly zero, and so you tell me if we are getting out. We're going back on 1-G so that we can sit down again. That's better! Though the idiot—it's a shame to be forced to admit that one of your family is half-witted—didn't wait until we were in position to fall. I almost landed on my head—which is where he was dropped as an infant. How was it? Did you hear my manly voice whilst we were going free? Say 'No' so that my idiot brother will not have anything to say about his brilliant mind. I'm out of breath and we're going back on that home recording of Freddy saying, and I will let him quote, via acetate."
The sound of a phonograph pickup being dropped on a record preceded Freddy's voice saying: "One, two, three, four, test. One—"
Channing cut the gain again. "That red-hot. I thought he was talking all this time."