As time went on, the communicator took up the clamor, swelling from individual calls to the full cry of the personnel in a regular increase.
The calculator and Guy sat before the plans of the Leoniad and drew lines, scribed curves, and calculated in simple trigonometry. It did not take long. Guy put a pinprick in the plan and said:
"It's right here!"
"You suspected that," answered the other.
"I know—but what's in here that would nullify that effect? It takes heat, work, and superenalin."
"Haven't you anything odd?"
"Nothing that the other ships haven't got ... no, wait ... no, can't be."
"What?"
"Can't possibly be."
"Name it, Maynard. No matter how silly it may seem, that's it!"