"Look," snapped Cauldron quickly, "if that is this Ed Bronson character, get in touch with him. We can use any technician we can get our hands on. Any man with a brain might well hold the key to that living cancer out there that is burning up the very earth."
"I'll put my chances on a space rocket," replied Peter Moray.
"I'd rather stop that fire out there."
"Why?" demanded Moray.
"Where would you go?" snapped Cauldron angrily. "There isn't a planet fit for human occupation and you know it. You'll either put it out or we'll all die. Not a chance for escape in any other way."
"I—"
"Shut up, while Virginia answers Bronson. He's having interference trouble—you'll make it no easier."
From the speaker was coming Ed Bronson's voice, calling for Miss Carlson and requesting an answer, for he had filters installed that eliminated the whistlings.
Cauldron jabbed Moray with an elbow. "He's a right bright fellow," he observed in a whisper.
Virginia Carlson spoke into the microphone. "You're right on the big moment," she told Bronson.