The blob of metal clung to the space ship's trail like a pursuing nemesis.
I slowly climbed to the forward telescope and looked through it. Dead center was a small twinkling Earth with the Moon hovering near it.
I informed the rest. They shouted with relief. We were on our way home!
The stern telescope showed the other piece of tellecarbon following us—almost sniffing at our heels. It held there, day after day, while the Earth grew larger and larger.
At the last Jud stood at the telescope and directed us in. After circling about ten thousand miles up until Puget Sound was directly below us, Tillie dipped down in obedience to his unspoken command.
The whistling sound of atmosphere on the shell was the sweetest music ever played by gods or men!