"It's a curious thing," Borion replied. "It should be tremendous but the centrifugal force is so strong that it counterbalances to a certain extent. The ship is handling very easily."
"How soon do you think we'll make the surface?" said Dynamon.
"I should estimate somewhere around six hours from now," the navigator answered. "I could make it sooner but I'm feeling my way."
"That suits me," said Dynamon. "That will give us just time to turn off the refrigeration and bring our people back to life. Lucky devils to be able to sleep through this trip—have you ever been so bored in your life?"
"Never," agreed Borion. "But I am not bored now."
Dynamon walked across the control room and threw a large switch in the wall panel.
"Decurion Mortoch and Scientist Thamon," he said into the loud-speaker system. "Proceed at once to remove the suspension-of-life condition in the main saloon. As soon as everyone is revived, stand by to take landing stations."
As the centurion closed the switch and turned away, Borion called him over again to the periscope screens.
"That is a range of mountains," said the navigator. "I can see it more clearly now. I think I'll slow up our descent a little bit so that by the time we're ready to land it will be midday again. As you probably know, Saturn makes a complete revolution in only a little more than ten hours."
"That sounds sensible," said Dynamon. "We'll need all the light we can get to make a safe landing."