"Four more men sacrificed to your--" Gorman stopped and did not use the
word _obsession_. There was too much agony in Joshua's face. "I'm taking
the plant--I'm taking everything. I've got to. I've paid for them."
Lee Gorman walked from the patio. His steps echoed and died.
Joshua and Myra sat for a long time in silence. Myra was holding his
hand. Finally she spoke. "Well, at least it's over. Now you can rest.
Successful or not--you've earned it."
Joshua turned and looked into her face--looked at her as though she had
just entered. "Oh no, my dear. You certainly don't expect me to--"
"Joshua!"
"Why, I'm only sixty-three. I never felt better in my life. I have a lot
of good productive years ahead."
"_Joshua! What are you going to do?_"
"I'm going to be the first man to send a rocket to the Moon."
Transcriber's Note:
This etext was produced from _Amazing Stories_ Oct.-Nov. 1953.
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S.
copyright on this publication was renewed. Minor spelling and
typographical errors have been corrected without note.