His hands were slick with sweat. They slipped on the controls. Vibrations thrilled every cell of his body.
Then it stopped.
They were across, into the time-stream of the inner planets. Darrel set the controls with feverish haste for full speed, and switched them over to automatic.
He wanted to look at the girl, but couldn't. The possible consequences of what he had done appalled him. How could he dare such a crazy stunt? What if she hadn't made it? What if she didn't know him? What if....
"Where am I?" The voice was feeble.
Darrel heard it. An exultant grin began to creep up his face. They were the most beautiful words he had ever heard. They were in a logical sensible sequence. He could understand them!
His pulse hammering in his head, he willed himself to turn and see whether....
Leyloon was unbuckling the straps and sitting up. Struggling off the bunk.
Leyloon's face came up. There was a faint, tremulous smile on it. A smile.
Darrel whooped! He leaped across the cabin space toward the girl, slipped, and fell ignominiously to the deck.