Sam Meecham did not realize that his chance discovery of unlimited power would bring back that which he had lost eight long years ago.
she would nag and complain as she always had before. He wondered why he wished that, when only a short time before he had wanted just the opposite. It was with a start that he realized the reason. He was running away. That was it. He was running away, and he wanted to be deathly certain that he had good cause to run. Slowly the suspicion was creeping over him that the situation had changed slightly, was changing more.
He would leave tonight, he told himself, before he weakened enough to shelve his plans for another comfortable rut.
Sam's voice was a little hoarse. "What are you doing here? What do you want?" He had finished loading enough supplies aboard the rocket to last him months.
Dorothy came toward him from the darkness.
"It's no use," he said. "You can't talk me out of it this time."
But she only smiled sadly and said, "I know that, Sam. I came to say good-bye."
"Good-bye?"
"You're leaving, aren't you?"
"Yes." He looked at the ground, studying the
