“Get every recording gadget we’ve got on the thing,” said Billy. “Maybe we can find out something that will give us a directional trend. And anybody who thinks he won’t be struck by lightning if he makes a prayer, go to it. We could use a bit of Divine Assistance.”
The detectors were set up and the recorders started. The tripod of anchors set themselves in the star’s core. The solar intake beams worked well and the torrents of power increased as the automatic control slid up the scale.
“The stuff may be different,” observed Hendricks, “but we can still get power from their stars.”
“Darned good thing, too,” said Thompson. “I don’t know how else we’d swing it.”
Again came that feeling of wrenching. And it increased as before.
“Does it feel left-handed or right-handed?” asked Lane nervou
