With the utter disregard that inanimate objects show toward the inner feelings of the human being, the meteor alarm blinked again and the bell rang. The pilot tube swiveled quickly to one side, lining up with the spot in the celestial globe of the meteor detector. In the turret that housed the big tube, motors strived against welded commutators and the big tube tried to follow.
Walt looked at the pointing tube and said: “Bah! Go ahead and point!”
* * * *
Don Channing smiled at Arden. “Mrs. Channing,” he said, “must you persist in keeping me from my first love?”
Arden smiled winningly. “Naturally. That’s what I’m here for. I intend to replace your first love entirely and completely.”
“Yeah,” drawled Don, “and what would we live on?”
“I’ll permit you to attend to your so-called first l
