"He went space happy and bumped his head," Kevin said curtly, "and there was no more reason to notify you than the rest of the crew." He walked away. Gordon bent solicitously over his unconscious patron.
Kevin found Anderson in the passageway.
"I ordered them to start fueling Moonbeam," Bert said.
"Good. Is Mark awake?"
"Eating breakfast. The psycho's giving him a clinical chat."
"I wish it were over." Morrow brushed back his hair.
"You've really got the jitters, huh chief?"
Morrow turned angrily and then tried to laugh.
"I'd sell my job for a nickel right now, Bert. This will be touch and go, without having the worst enemy of space flight aboard. If this ship fails, it's more than a rocket or the death of a man. It'll set the whole program back 50 years."
"I know," Bert answered, "but he'll make it."