IT WAS QUEAZY WHO GOT into his space-suit and did the welding job, fastening two huge supra-steel “eyes” onto the dumbbell-shaped ship’s narrow midsection. Into these eyes cables which trailed back to two winches in the big ship’s nose were inserted, welded fast, and reinforced.
The nose of the hauler was blunt, perfectly fitted for the job. Bob Parker practiced and experimented for three hours with this yo-yo of cosmic dimensions, while Starre and Queazy stood over him bursting into strange, delighted squeals of laughter whenever the yo-yo reached the end of its double cable and started rolling back up to the ship. Queazy snapped his fingers.
“It’ll work!” His gray eyes showed satisfaction. “Now, if only the Saylor brothers are where we calculated!”
They weren’t where Bob and Queazy ha
