Farradyne set the drive for Terra and then sat there, tense and
waiting. The radar wiggled into its warning trace, almost dead ahead.
They moved to intercept him, but Farradyne raised the drive to four
gravities and plunged on. The starship grew, and behind it Terra grew.
The radio burst into sound and Farradyne grabbed the microphone and
said, "Come and get me, fellows!"
"Stop," came the demand, "or we fire!"
"I've been fired at by experts," said Farradyne. "Start a
shooting-match out here and you'll have all of Terra wondering why the
fireworks."
"Stop!"