"And ruin your whole life," he ground out. Suddenly, he turned back to the control board, quartered the vision plate. He pointed savagely to the lower left quarter, which gave a rearward view of the dumbbell ship trailing astern.
"There's your ship, Starre." He jabbed his finger at it. "I've got a feeling—and I can't put the thought into concrete words—that somehow the whole solution of the problem of grabbing the asteroid back lies there. But how? How?"
Starre's blue eyes followed the long cable back to where it was attached around her ship's narrow midsection.
She shook her head helplessly. "It just looks like a big yo-yo to me."
"A yo-yo?"
"Yes, a yo-yo. That's all." She was belligerent.
"A yo-yo!" Bob Parker yelled the word and almost hit the ceiling, he got out of the chair so fast. "Can you imagine it! A yo-yo!"
He disappeared from the room. "Queazy!" he shouted. "Queazy, I've got it!"
It was Queazy who got into his space-suit and did the welding job, fastening two huge supra-steel "eyes" onto the dumbbell-shaped ship's narrow midsection. Into these eyes cables which trailed back to two winches in the big ship's nose were inserted, welded fast, and reinforced.