As the ship steadied itself and drove on an even keel again, Ted grinned weakly. “We—we made it,” he managed to say.
The faces of Jill and her mother were still chalky with fright, but Dr. Kenton’s was as calm as if he had known the Shooting Star would come through the peril all right.
They heard the voice of Commander Grissom over the speaker informing the passengers that the danger was past. Dr. Kenton then cut off the speaker.
“I never want to go through an experience like that again!” cried Mrs. Kenton, taking a seat.
“I don’t think we need ever fear this happening again,” Dr. Kenton said. “It’s quite a rare occurrence.”
“What about meteors?” Jill asked.
“They’re rare too, fortunately,” he answered. “I don’t see why we can’t expect an uneventful trip from now until we reach our home on Mars.”
Hearing this confident remark, the children were interested in the space ship again. “We didn’t finish our tour!” Jill burst out.
“Would you like to see the garden?” Dr. Kenton asked.