"Go on ... Brian. Get him out of trouble before...."
So I read on. It was weirdly strange, sitting there reading a story of spaceflight adventure written twenty years ago. While we, ourselves, soared the void in a craft bound for Earth's satelite. But I read on. And it must have been ten minutes before I sensed something wrong. At first I couldn't figure what it was. Then, suddenly, I realized. It was the fact that Danny's breathing no longer rasped beside me....
I rose and closed the magazine. I hope that somehow he knows, now, how the Lensman fought his way out of that jam.
I went back to the turret, then. But on the way I sought out Ronnie and Mac and Rudy. I asked them about Krassner. They hadn't seen him.
"But we will! If he's aboard this ship, we'll dig him out!"
They were gathe
