BAIRN LOOKED SERIOUS. “Hell,” he said. “It would boil down to that. The motor’s okay, Ed says. But I don’t know where in blue blazes we’re going to get enough water. Timnson’s got the hydraulic press from the workroom rigged up squeezing out the garbage we didn’t dump.”
He turned to Black Tom: “You’re sure your sand filter will take all the solids out, so it won’t plug up the water jets?”
Black Tom nodded. It was then Bairn noticed Joe.
Bairn said wearily: “Haven’t you caused enough grief, Joe? Arden’s sick with the disease because of you. You’ve been a jinx ever since the trip started. Why don’t you crawl in a hole and die?”
“I’m trying to help,” Joe said.
“Nuts,” said Bairn tiredly. Then he turned to Black Tom. “We’ve got gasoline galore for operating the electrical units. Think gas
