Darlange laughed. "What do you think these things are, blocks and tackles? You mean: 'Compensate a degree on 2.'"
"You're the pilot. That's the ticket—and I don't care if you lift it on one hand. Can you nudge her just a red hair on 3?"
"Best I can do is a hair and a half," said Darlange. He gave Driver 3 just a tiny, instantaneous surge.
"Then take it up two and back one and a half," laughed Tim. "Whoa, Nellie, you're on the beam."
"Fine."
"O.K., Dar, but you'll have to play monkey on a stick. I'll prime you for any moving so that you can correct immediately."
"Right. Don, we're on the constants you gave us. What now?"
"At this point I think a short prayer would be of assistance," said Channing soberly. "We're shooting our whole wad right now."
"I hope we make our point."
"Well, it's all or nothing," agreed Don as he grasped the switch.