Half mollified at the thought of getting a little speed out of the Nelson, Leroy drove straight for the zenith.  Up, up, up he went, onward toward the stars, shining no brighter for his approach, yet luring him on.  All the world below was flooded with moonlight and starlight.  The mountains were dim in spots, where higher peaks dominated the light, the Pacific shone in the radiance of the night. The blue dome of heaven rounded away like a precious bowl set with diamonds.