"I'll answer that, McGuire," I said.
Jack's voice came weakly from the room above. "Mr. Oak? Dan? Thank heaven you're all right!"
"No thanks to you, though," I said. I was trying to climb the ladder to the control room, and my voice sounded strained.
"You've got to do something!" she said with a touch of hysteria. "McGuire is taking us straight toward Cygnus at two gees and won't stop."
My thinking circuits began to take over again. "Cut the thrust to half a gee, McGuire. Ease it down. Take a minute to do it."
"Yes, sir."
The gravity pull of acceleration let up slowly as I clung to the ladder. After a minute, I climbed on up to the control room.
Jack Ravenhurst was lying on the acceleration couch, looking swollen-faced and ill. I sat down on the other couch.
"I'm sorry I hit you," she said. "Really."
"I believe you. How long have we been moving, McGuire?"