HE LEAPED TO HIS CONTROLS. Once more the plaintive hum of the hypatomics droned through the cabin, gears ground and clashed as the motors caught, something forward exploded dully, distantly. The ship rocked and trembled, but did not move. Again d**k tried to jet the fore-rockets. Again, and yet again.
And on the fourth essay, there ran through the ship a violent shudder, broken metal grated shrilly from forward, and the water began bubbling and churning through the crack. Deeper and swifter. d**k cut motors and turned, his face an angry mask.
“We can’t get loose. The entire nose must be stove in! We’re leaking like a sieve. Look, everybody—get into your bulgers. We’ll get out through the airlock!”
Mom cried, “But—but our supplies, d**k! What are we going to do for food, clothing, furnit
