"Woosh," said Franks. "That was a big one."
"Big one?" called Charley Bren. "That, my friend, was none other than the Solar Queen!"
"Can you prove that?"
"Sure. Our electroscopes now indicate a positive charge; they crossed over just as we lurched."
"Jimmy, get your scope a-top and get looking. Franklen, hang on about 7-G and follow Jimmy's orders. Charley, see if you can get anything cogent out of your gadget. Holy Green Fire, with all of a cubic million million million megaparsecs in which to run, we have to be so good that we run right into our quarry. Who says that radio direction finding is not a precise science? Who says that we couldn't catch—"
"Walt, they're in sight, but losing fast."
"O.K., Jimmy, can you give me any idea as to their velocity with respect to ours?"
"How long is she?"
"Six hundred feet."
Jimmy was silent for some seconds. "They're out of sight again, but I make it about four to seven hundred miles per second."