The thoughts went around and around in his brain, an intricate and dizzying dance, forming a pattern that grew fuzzier and fuzzier and fuzzier....
He sat up with a start. His brain was tingling with something ... something that seemed to be....
He struggled into his clothes, and dashed out of the house. He ran up the dark road and burst into Dr. Lurie's house. "Doc, Doc, wake up!" he yelled. "I need some scientific advice!"
Shortly after sunrise, when most of the settlers were heading for the fields, Harvey and Dr. Lurie went to the COM booth. "Better let me do the talking," Harvey said.
"I'd prefer it that way," Dr. Lurie said.
Baker, sitting before the electronic telescope, was enjoying the sight of the great phalanx of settlers swarming into the fields, when the buzzer sounded on his communication set. In a moment, two faces appeared—Dr. Lurie and Harvey Flanders. They weren't wearing their oxygen packs.
"Good morning, gentlemen," Baker said affably.
"Hiya," said Harvey Flanders.
"Well!" said Baker. "I'm certainly glad to see you in such good spirits after last night's expedition."