TURNING, HE LOOKED for the liner’s log. With information as to the ship’s time of departure from Earth and an average calculation of her speed, he might hope to chart his position.
The log, however, had not been filled out. The Sirians apparently had grown careless in their repeated trips through space.
Standish’s teeth came down hard on his pipe stem. He was lost! Hopelessly lost! A solitary spark of life in a man-made projectile, wandering the immensities of the Universe.
Mechanically, the Earthman set the automatic directionscope for a larger spot of light far ahead and threw in the massmeter which would effectually warn him of any body within collision range in his path. Had the liner pilot paid attention to that dial, he reflected, the crash might have been avoided.
Stars paraded,
