That would be with the axis of the rotors parallel to the axis of the earth. Joe nodded.
“We’ll be able to get set up in the mornin’,” added Haney, “and get started. You got the parts list off to the plant for your folks to get busy on?”
Sally said quickly: “He’s sending that by facsimile now. Then——”
The Chief beamed in benign mockery. “What you goin’ to do after that, Joe? If we got the rest of the day off——?”
Sally said hurriedly: “We were—he was going off on a picnic with me. To Red Canyon Lake. Do you really need to talk business—all afternoon?”
The Chief laughed. He’d known Sally, at least by sight, back at the Kenmore plant.
“No, ma’am!” he told her. “Just askin’. I worked on that Red Canyon dam job, years back. That dam that made the lake. It ought to be right pretty around there now. Okay, Joe. See you as soon as work starts up. In the mornin’, most likely.”
Joe started away with Sally. Mike the midget called hoarsely: “Joe! Just a minute!”
Joe drew back. The midget’s seamed face was very earnest. He said in his odd voice: “Here’s something to think about. Somebody worked mighty hard to keep you from getting those gyros here. They might work hard to keep them from getting repaired. That’s why we asked for a special shop to work in. It’s occurred to me that a good way to stop these repairs would be to stop us. Not everybody would’ve figured out how to rebalance this thing. You get me?”
“Sure!” said Joe. “You three had better look out for yourselves.”