"That's questionable."
"We came over from Terra in a lot less time than light. That'll be arriving nine years from now."
"Uh-huh. But don't forget we wrapped ourselves in a space-warp and ran the space-warp. I think that we can safely assume that the warp is another space and that we were not traveling better than the speed of light with respect to our own space."
"Whoof! What a theory! Drag that one past again, slow enough so I can climb aboard."
"You got it," laughed McBride. "And if it smells, you fling out a better one for us to shoot holes in."
"O.K. But to get back to velocity, the human anatomy can stand velocity without limit. Period. Argue if you like, Mac, but that's my statement. No one has ever been able to prove that velocity alone is harmful to man, beast, bird, or fish!"
"I'm as silent as the tomb."
"Acceleration can be adapted to—in meagre doses. A man can stand up under 4-G. On his tummy, lying down, 8- or 9-G isn't too hard on him. Dunk him up to the breathing-vents in a good grade of oxidized hydrogen and 15-G is possible without too much harm."
"Yes. O Learned Scholar."
"But, students," said Hammond standing up and taking a bow. He was interrupted by the resumption of the super drive which, being set at ninety feet per second per second apparent instead of eleven feet, caught him off balance and almost dropped him on the end of his nose.