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“Can't they?” “Not unless they smash it,” Brent told her in grim amusement. “And | don’t think they’re that desperate yet. But they’re on the dizzy side! The overdrive shouldn’t work, and it does. They didn’t turn it on, but it’s on. And they can’t turn it off. But that’s not the worst of it, from their Standpoint. “The worst of it,” he said drily, “is that it’s a different overdrive altogether. This is an old ship. It had a maximum speed of a light-year of distance in a week of time. But some tricks have been found out since she was built. One is a better setup for the exciter-coils. It’s beautifully simple tf you understand it, but it can’t be fooled with if you don’t. If you change the second-stage exciter just exactly right, the overdrive speed shoots away up! | made that change. The Delilah's traveling a light-year every four hours, now. It ought to show up in the control room, and up there they Should be starting to go crazy.” lf he knew spacemen, they would be. Just such inexplicable factors were enough to put the crew into a panic. With the Delilah running wild, out of all control and going forty-odd times faster than possible, the crew should be close to gibbering. But the passengers were beautifully confident. Even Kit Said relievedly: “You've made the ship go faster? Then we'll soon be landing on Loren II!” “We've passed it,” said Brent. “Some time ago. | could handle the ship, but the skipper can’t, but he’d kill me if | tried to explain. Hell never be able to land this ship by himself now.” Den Harlow said, “Then where are we going, if not to Loren Il?” “I’ve no idea,” admitted Brent. “But I’m a lot less worried than our skipper. He really has something to worry about!” “But we must be going somewhere!” CORniclooo SS CO