"Fine."
"Okay, Dar, but you'll have to play monkey on a stick. I'll prime you for any moving so that you can correct immediately."
"Right. Don, we're on the constants you gave us. What now?"
"At this point I think a short prayer would be of assistance," said Channing soberly. "We're shooting our whole wad right now."
"I hope we make our point."
"Well, it's all or nothing," agreed Don as he grasped the switch.
He closed the switch, and the power demand meters jumped up across their scales. The gold leaf electroscope jumped once; the ultra-thin leaves jerked apart by an inch, and then oscillated stiffly until they came to a balance. Channing, who had been looking at them, breathed deeply and smiled.
"We're getting out," he said.
"Can you key this?" asked Hadley.
"No need," said Channing. "They know we're in the grease. We know that if they can collect us, they'll be on their way. I'm going to send out for a half-hour, and then resort to a five-minute transmission every fifteen minutes. They'll get a ship after us with just about everything we're liable to need, and they can use the five-minute transmissions for direction finding. The initial shot will serve to give them an idea as to our direction. All we can do now is to wait."