Everybody calmed down.
"I think I know how they do it," said Webster. "If you'll let me take the gig I can soon find out without risking the Sirius."
"You're crazy," broke in the Second. "Try it with a remote-controlled gig. It'll only take a few hours to rig it. There's no sense in your going."
Webster ignored him.
"May I try it, sir?"
The Admiral was silent, looking at the towering figure of Webster. He spoke softly, half to himself:
"It's a helluva world when a man can't risk his own neck trying out some fool idea." Then louder. "No. I can't let you. Tell us about it first so I can see if it's any good."
Webster shook his head.
"I'll tell you about it over the radio, sir. Then you can follow me in the Sirius. That is—if I'm right. If I'm not, it won't matter."