An hour went by. We passed several more of the strange, damp circular cities, differing from the first we had seen only in the matter of size. Another hour passed, and I became anxious. If we were on our proper course, and I had understood the Chisee messenger correctly, we should be very close to the governing city. We should—
The waving beam of one of the searchlights came suddenly to rest. Three or four other beams followed it—and then all the others.
“Large city to port, sir!” called Croy excitedly.
“Thank you. I believe it is our destination. Cut all searchlights except the forward beam. Mr. Correy!”
“Yes, sir.”
“You can take her over visually now, I believe. The forward searchlight beam will keep our destination in view for you. Set her down cautiously in the center of the city in any suitable place. And—remain at the controls ready for any orders, and have the operating room crew do likewise.”
“Yes, sir,” said Correy crisply.
With a tenseness I could not control, I bent over the hooded television disc and studied the mighty governing city of the Chisee.