Mystery of Satellite 7 Author:Charles Coombs "Zero minus four minutes!" — Steve glanced through the periscope window. Argus 7 stood stark and clean against the morning sky. Karl spoke over his friend's shoulder. "Hey, Steve, what's the matter? You look queer. You sick?" — "No, I'm not sick." — "Just worried about this firing, huh? Can't blame you, pal. After six failures a guy's entitl... more »ed to a few butterflies in his stomach. But ol' No. 7 may be the one to do what the other six haven't."
"Let's hope you're right," Stedve said fervently.
"Zero mnius three minutes!" the countdown warning iterrupted his words.
"At least," Steve said, as the echo of the loud-speakers died out, "we'll know for sure in about three minutes."
"Yeah," Karl said, nodding absently. "In about three minutes!"« less