"Thank you, Mr. Nichols."
The deck began to tilt, and then he was lying on his back, his feet
against the side of the control room, which had altered its shape and
dimensions. There was a jar as the drive went on in line with the new
direction of the lift and the ship began accelerating. He got to his
feet, and he and Charley Gatworth went to the astrogational computer and
began checking the data and setting the course for the point in space at
which Koshchei would be in a hundred and sixty hours.
"Course set, Captain," he reported to Jacquemont, after a while.
A couple of lights winked on the control panel. There was nothing more
to do but watch Poictesme dwindle behind, and listen to the newscasts,
and take turns talking to friends on the planet.
They approached the halfway point; the acceleration rate decreased, and
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