His brow was furrowed with an uneasy doubt.
"Still no sign of 'em, Zip," announced Joe Taylor. The lanky six-footer
had eased naturally into the position of pilot under David's direction.
Joe had flown everything from ancient biplanes to interplanetary
rockets. He understood the principles of propulsion and flight, and
with amazing facility could learn to fly almost any vehicle designed
for traveling through an atmosphere or the vacuum of space.
Mark Seaton had naturally become the navigator and engine master of the
Starman crew. He specialized in engines and large, complex machinery.
He had always had a talent for understanding machines, and he knew the
workings of the average rocket from stem to stern.
David Foster, like all Starmen, was able to navigate and fly his own
ship, but had a specialty in Deep Space exploration and survival
skills. Whenever he was faced with a problem, he could think it through
and come up with a solution with the equipment available. He was a
natural leader. He excelled at organization and decision-making, and
Joe and Mark were glad to be a part of the Starman team under Zip's
leadership.
Joe continued to relate his observations. "I've scanned as far as the
instruments can reach, and there's just nothing out there in any
direction-except the Earth ships, of course.
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