The Golden Age of Science Fiction Novels Vol 04

by Anthology

  "Okay, Lady, thanks. Tell 'em we'll call 'em shortly."

  Dark Lady flashed away and Hilton and Temple swam slowly toward a ladder.

  "Drat Terra and everything and everybody on it," Temple said, vigorously. "And especially drat His Royal Fatness Five-Jet Admiral Gordon. How much longer will it take, do you think, to pound some sense into their pointed little heads?"

  "Oh, we're not doing too bad," Hilton assured his lovely bride. "Two or three more sessions ought to do it."

  Everything was normal….