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And
Powell
pointed
a
trembling
finger
at
the
single
gauge
.
The
needle
stood
stiff
and
proud
at
the
hairline
whose
figure
read
300,000
parsecs
.
Powell
said
,
"
Mike
if
it
's
true
,
we
must
be
out
of
the
Galaxy
altogether
.
"
Donovan
said
,
"
Blazed
Greg
!
We
'd
be
the
first
men
out
of
the
Solar
System
.
"
"
Yes
!
That
's
just
it
.
We
've
escaped
the
sun
.
We
've
escaped
the
Galaxy
.
Mike
,
this
ship
is
the
answer
.
It
means
freedom
for
all
humanity
--
freedom
to
spread
through
to
every
star
that
exists
--
millions
and
billions
and
trillions
of
them
.
"
And
then
he
came
down
with
a
hard
thud
,
"
But
how
do
we
get
back
,
Mike
?
"
Donovan
smiled
shakily
,
"
Oh
,
that
's
all
right
.
The
ship
brought
us
here
.
The
ship
will
take
us
back
.
Me
for
more
beans
.
"
"
But
Mike
...
hold
on
,
Mike
.
If
it
takes
us
back
the
way
it
brought
us
here
-
"
Donovan
stopped
halfway
up
and
sat
back
heavily
into
the
chair
.
Powell
went
on
,
"
We
'll
have
to
...
die
again
,
Mike
"
"
Well
,
"
sighed
Donovan
,
"
if
we
have
to
,
we
have
to
.
At
least
it
is
n't
permanent
,
not
very
permanent
.
"
