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The communicator-phone set up a clamor when the sky was just beginning / to gray in what, on this as yet unnamed planet, they called the east / because the local sun rose there. The call-wave had turned on the set. / Bob Wentworth kicked off his blankets and stumbled from his bunk in the / atmosphere-flier, and went sleepily forward to answer. He pushed the / answer-stud.
"Hello, what's the trouble? " he said wearily. "Talk louder, there's / some static. Oh -- No, there's no trouble. Why should there be? The devil / I'm late reporting! Haynes and I obeyed orders and tried to find the / end of a confounded skit-tree plantation. We chased our tails all day / long, but we made so much westing that we gained a couple of hours / light. So it isn't sunrise yet, where we are."