Jerry heaved a tremendous sigh and sped down the path toward the geology camp.
Less than an hour later Jerry was being permitted into the room of one of the huts where his father had been carried for examination by the camp physician. Jerry had been told that his father had suffered a slight concussion, but that he would be all right.
Capt. Welsh smiled from his cot as Jerry walked in.
“Hi, space man,” his father greeted. “The doctor says the men here were mighty happy to get their mail on time.”
“I’m glad I came on here, then, instead of going back to the observatory,” Jerry murmured.
“You did the job in the best tradition of the Space Mail Service, Jerry,” Capt. Welsh said, smiling proudly. “If I had any doubts that you’d be able to follow me some day, Son, they’re gone now.”
Jerry nodded happily. A few doubts had been removed from his own mind in the past hour.
ALL ABOARD FOR SPACE
It had already been a wonderful birthday for the twins, Sue and Steve Shannon, when their father asked, “How about it, kids—are you ready for that space ride I promised?”