Pluto (Dwarf planet) -- Fiction; Radio broadcasting -- Fiction; Science fiction; Space ships -- Fiction
Danger was her business, she told herself again, as she turned on
the pressure jets to clear the lock; she was Paulette de Vries, the
radio gal, chosen for her part in this expedition out of all the radio
recorders of three planets for her utter fearlessness. And besides,
that snip of a First Mate, Adam Longworth, had intimated that she
needed protection. The lock snapped to behind her, and as it did so,
she thought exultantly that Captain Walter McCausland might as well
learn now as any other time that he couldn't order his prospective wife
around, even if he could make everyone else aboard the _Goddard_ jump.
* * * * *
The water was very dark, the color of bottle glass, splotched here and
there with darker, purplish shadows. Far above her, Paulette could
see the faint shimmering line of light that marked the space ship. It
looked to be hundreds of feet above her. Five steps in any direction,
she knew, would blot it out completely. She had no great fear of
getting lost, as the compass guide at her belt was tuned to the ship's
control compass and would always point to it. Somewhere down here in
the dark around her Adam and Jake were also exploring the bottom.
Although she couldn't see them, the thought gave her courage. She
stepped tentatively forward. One--two--three--four--five--at each step
floating a little before she came down. She could no longer see the
faint, comfortable lights of the ship somewhere above her, and for a
brief moment, panic tore at her throat. She fought it down. Silly! She
peered around her, as though the thought of Jake and Adam would make
them materialize. There! There they were. She could see them dimly,
like shadows, to her left. She turned and walked as swiftly as she
could in the direction. How Adam would laugh at her for her fears. What
a little coward--. She stopped suddenly, and cold, clammy fingers of
fear rippled along her spine. The dark shadow before her wasn't Adam
or Jake! It was something tall and thin. Something that seemed alive,
weaving back and forth, and about the same color as the water. It
seemed about ten feet high and six inches through, and was made up of
sections like a string of sausages. Then over to the right she saw more
of them--a regular forest.
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