THE COSMIC COMPUTER

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Merlin-hunting factions at Force Command. In case trouble started, he
could rely on them.

"Well, dig out some shootin'-irons for them," he advised. "They may need
them here."

Depending, of course, on what they found when they opened that
collapsium can on top of Force Command, and how the people there reacted
to it.

/The Thing/ took a hundred and seventy hours to make the trip;
conditions in the small shielded living quarters and control cabin were
apparently worse than on the /Harriet Barne/ on her second trip to
Koschchei. Everybody at Force Command was anxious and excited. Carl
Leibert kept to his quarters most of the time, as though he had to pray
the ship across space.