Roger's slow, solemn voice died away. He rustled the pages of Loto's
message in his hand.
"That's all, gentlemen. All of the message itself. The other pages give
detailed instructions--data based on Loto's flight and memoranda for the
construction of another plane, gathered from previous notes made by Loto
and myself."
There was complete silence when Rogers paused. George decided to speak,
but checked himself and relaxed back in his chair.
"I shall start the Frazia Company on another plane at once," Rogers
added. "And working on Loto's mechanism simultaneously, I should be
ready in ninety days."
He waited, but again no one else spoke. Then he said:
"I am going, of course. It is a great trial for my wife, but I know she
is willing."
George turned and flashed an admiring glance at Lylda; her face was
strained, but she smiled at him gently.
"Do not be hasty, my friends," Rogers went on quickly. "Any two of you
are free to come--or to stay, all of you--as you think best."
"I'm going," said George suddenly. "Loto said I could. And you say so.
I'm going."
He jumped to his feet and grasped Roger's hand. "You can count on me,
Mr. Rogers."