"I felt sunk enough for a minute—I'm feeling better now, though, since you are taking it so calmly."
"Sure—why not? A man's not dead until his heart stops beating, you know—our turn'll come next, when they let up a little."
"But suppose they change the width of their slices, and hit this cubby, small as it is?"
"It'd be just too bad," he shrugged. "In that case, we'd never know what hit us, so it's no good worrying about it. But say, we might do something at that, if they didn't hit us square. I can move fairly fast, and might be able to get a door open before the loss of pressure seals it. We'll light the flash ... here, you hold it, so that I can have both hands free. Put both arms around me, just under the arms, and stick to me like a porous plaster, because if I have to move at all,
