CHAPTER EIGHTA GIANT CYLINDRICAL hull of finest beryl steel, the ship loomed in the screen. A mighty ship, braced into absolute rigidity by monster cross beams of shining steel. Glowing under the blazing lamps that lighted the scene, it towered into the shadows of the factory, dwarfing the scurrying workmen who swarmed over it.
“She’s a beauty,” said Russ, puffing at his pipe.
Greg nodded agreement. “They’re working on her day and night to get her finished. We may need it some day and need it in a hurry. If Chambers really gets that machine of his to rolling, space will be the only place big enough to hide in.”
He chuckled, a grim chuckle, deep in his throat.
“But we won’t have to hide long. Just until we get organized and then will come the time when we’ll call for the showdown. Chamb
