The Station announcing equipment broke forth in a multitude of voices.
"Sound input on radio."
"Visual indication on scanner plates!"
"Distortion on electrostatic field indicator."
"Super-electroscopes indicate negative charge!"
"Nothing on the telescope!"
There were mingled cheers and laughter as the speaker system broke away from its babel, and each group spoke its piece with no interference. Walt Franks left the ship at the South End and raced to the Beam Control dome, just as fast as the runway car would take him. He ran into the dome in spacesuit and flipped the helmet back over his shoulders. "What kind of indication?" he yelled.
Men crowded around him, offering him papers and shouting figures.
"Gosh," he said, "Don can't have everything going up there."
"He's hit just about everything but the guy squinting through the 'scope."