"No. I'm just willing to help get myself away from the certain doom of Earth One."
"In other words," said Ed Bronson, "you'd work as hard for Leader Kingston as you would for me?"
She looked at him squarely. "Ed," she said, "I wouldn't care to trust Leader Kingston." Then she turned from him, shrugged her shoulder out from beneath his hands and faced the upturned amplifier. Beneath the wreath of her hair he noted the blush that tinted the back of her neck.
Bronson took a half step forward. His hands half reached for her shoulders again. Then he paused.
"I'm going to check the mass spectrograph," he said and turned on his heel and left the room.
This, he knew, was no time to question her motives.
As he headed for the laboratory below, this thought crystallized. Questioning her motives would force quick judgment. He knew—and he wondered how he arrived at that sage opinion—that Virginia herself was not aware of the motives that made her keep him from a certain death and now caused her to help him.
CHAPTER XIV
Explosive!