Hong Kong—Paris—Samarkand—
Tokyo—London—Troy—Fort Worth—
The happy towns of the Planet Earth....
At camp that night he wrote in the log book:
Second Day: Course due west. Run 1014 mi. To go 8576 mi. approx. Supplies adeq. Spirits fair....
"What's for supper?" bawled Corbett, entering. "I could eat a horse."
"That'd be cannibalism," said Jenks at once.
"Yah, you splinter! Don't eat any lizards, then."
Spirits good, Wofforth corrected his entry, and closed the log book. He thought of Lya Stromminger. She was a most efficient officer. Her hair was black as night on Pluto, and her eyes as bright as the faraway sun.