t was one of the
crew until the match flared. It was Margy Sharp. She was lighting a
cigarette.

A sharp reprimand from an officer caused her to drop the match.

"What's wrong?" she demanded. "Why can't I smoke?"

"Blackout," Craig said.

"Oh, it's _you_," the girl spoke.

"Where have you been?" Craig asked. "I looked around for you but I
couldn't find you."

"In the hospital," she said. "Helping out a baffled doctor."

"How is English?" Craig asked.

"English has been dead for hours," she said. "I've been with Mrs.
Miller."

"Oh! How is she?"

"Fine. But the doctor almost went nuts. He said it was the first time in
naval history that a baby had been born on a battleship. He seemed to
think it violated the rules of etiquette, or something. It was a girl,"
she went on, a little breathlessly now, as if talking about babies made
her excited. "Mrs. Miller said she was going to name it Margaret, after
me. Isn't that nice? She says her husband will be worried to death about
her and she wants to use the ship's radio to send him a message. Do you
think she could do that?"

"Do I--" Craig choked. "Listen, girl, do you know what has happened?"

The tone of his voice alarmed her. "No," she said quickly. "I don't
know. What has happened?"

She had been busy down in the hospital bay, too busy to wonder what was
going on up above. Craig told her the whole story. She listened in
incredulous amazement. He had to tell it twice before she began to
understand it. And then she didn't believe it.

"You're kidding me," she said.

"Sorry," Craig answered. "But I'm not kidding."

"You mean--you actually mean we're back somewhere in the past?"

"Exactly."

"But--but what are we going to do?"

* * * * *

The big man shrugged. "We're going to wait and see what happens. That's
all we can do. Wait and see." There were tones of excitement in his
voice.

"You sound pleased about this," she challenged.

"I'm not pleased," he quickly corrected her. "I'm sorry for Mrs. Miller
and for Margaret, for you, for Captain Higgins, and the men on the
Idaho. But as for myself--well, I'm not sorry. This is the ultimate
adventure. We have a new world to explore, new things to see. I know
hundreds of men who would give an arm to be dropped back here into this
world. I've met them in every mining camp I ever saw, in every trading
post on the frontiers of civilization, in every corner of earth. They
were mi