"Over!" said Charters, his face to the sky. "It's over!"
Lampson turned from the window and stood quietly, watching the floor. His shoulders were limp, his hands still and quiet at his sides.
"By God!" said Charters, whirling, slapping his palms together. "What an entirely immense thing!" He grinned widely and moved his feet as though he were dancing.
"Randall," said Lampson, his voice a lost, dead sound.
"Randall, Randall," Charters mimicked. He moved about quickly, this way and that, waving his hands, grinning. "This is much greater than Randall!"
Lampson was silent while Charters cracked his hands together. "The Moon," Charters breathed. "The Moon!"
There was a loud shuffling outside the door then, and suddenly the door swung open and a wide-eyed man in the white coveralls stood, staring at Charters.
"What's the matter?" said Charters, freezing.
"I can't believe it," said the man. "I really can't believe it!"
"What, man?" said Charters, moving toward the door.