reallyThat was, of course, what she wanted him to say; and what followed is of no particular importance here.
Shortly after the Dauntless cleared the stratosphere, Nadreck reported that he had finished assembling and arranging the data, and Kinnison called the Lensmen together in his con room for an ultraprivate conference. Worsel, it appeared, was still in the surgery.
Dauntless“’Smatter, doc?” Kinnison asked, casually. He knew that there was nothing really serious the matter—Worsel had come out of the cavern under his own power, and a Velantian recovers with startling rapidity from any wound which does not kill him outright. “Having trouble with your stitching?”
“I’ll say we are!” the surgeon grunted. “Have to bore holes with an electric drill and use linemen’s pliers. Just about done
