"I'm running without an output stage. We used the output stage to drive a super-power stage made of the beefed-up parts and when the works went blooey, it took the Telfan output and my output with it. I'm running off to my own driver stage."
"You've been a busy little girl," said Hammond. "What did you use for power?"
"I talked them into giving me every power plant in the district so that I could call you. It all went in eight minutes flat. The Lady Luck is a mess—again."
"Are you brave or foolish?" asked Hammond.
"Both," answered Sandra. "After all, this is no tea party. There isn't a good generator on the Lady Luck; I ruined them all trying to call you. Can you understand how urgent this is?"
"I think so," said Hammond. "How did you wreck the whole shooting-match?"
"I used the gravitic generators to generate local fields and used 'em as communications-band reflectors. Part of it was theory on the part of the Telfans and part of it was ideas given me by your experiments with the super-drive. Anyhow, I'll bet that Soaky is fifty degrees hotter, now, with all the soup we put into the transmitter. That'll make your problem easier—hey?"
"Yup," smiled Hammond. "Just like the guy whose only reason for sending telegrams was that he hated to see the mail-carrier work so hard."
"Well, fifty degrees is one percent of the way, anyway."
"That's right," grinned Hammond. "But look, we're killing valuable time if this is as important as it sounds. What's needed?"'