"Nothing too spectacular. We'll leave for the blasting pits at 3:00
o'clock. I'd be honored if you'd ride with me."
"Do you still own a car?"
"A small one. Its value is negligible."
"We'll go in one of mine. Be here at five minutes to three."
"Certainly." Joshua put his hat on and walked out....
They rode across the Nevada desert in a black Cadillac with the
chauffeur sitting at attention and staring straight ahead. Joshua stared
straight ahead also. He asked, "Are you going to stop the flight?"
Beside him, leaning forward, clutching with both hands the silver knob
on a black mahogany cane, Gorman replied, "I haven't made up my mind
yet."
A dot on the desert expanded into a pit, a tower, and some small
buildings. The car followed the ruts of the tractors that had hauled the
rocket to the launching site, and came to a halt. "That small,
glass-encased platform," Joshua said. "We'll view the proceedings from
there."