CHAPTER 11Court raced his roadster along the Wisconsin road as he peered through sun-glasses at the lonely countryside. Beside him, Marion Barton huddled like a kitten in the seat, the collar of her white blouse open for coolness.
“How long?” she asked.
“Couple of hours,” Court grunted. “We pass through Madison first. The ‘drome’s fifty miles south of there.”
Marion drew a notebook from her handboy and thumbed through it rapidly.
“Everything’s checked, I think,” she reported absently. “Except the test flight. I don’t believe the Terra was thoroughly inspected.”
“Damn silly name the papers gave the ship,” Court said wryly. “It didn’t need a name. It’ll make the flight, all right.”
“And if it doesn’t?”
He shrugged indifferently without glancing at her.
“Nothing much lost. For more th
