A half-wild light glowed momentarily in his eyes.
"Russ,” he said, “we're going to put space fields to work at last."
He walked to the chair, picked it up and sat down in it.
"We'll start building a ship,” he stated, “just as soon as we know the mechanics of this gravity concentration and control. Russ, we'll build the greatest ship, the fastest ship, the most powerful ship the Solar System has ever known!"
"DAMN,” said, Russ, that thing's slipped again."
He glared at the offending nut. “I'll put a lock washer on it this time."
Wilson stepped toward the control board. From his perch on he apparatus, Russ motioned him away.
"Never mind discharging the field,” he said. “I can get around it somehow."
Wilson squinted at him. “This tooth is near killing me."
"Still got a toothache?” asked Russ.