Rip Foster Rides the Gray PlanetGoodwin, Harold L. (Harold Leland)
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Rip Foster Rides the Gray Planet
Goodwin, Harold L. (Harold Leland)
Science fiction; Space flight -- Juvenile fiction
Rip watched the stars instead of the exhaust. He kept running as it burned
soundlessly. In air, the noise would have deafened him. In airless space,
there was nothing to carry the sound.
The apparent motion of the stars was definitely slowing. The spinning
wouldn’t cease entirely, but it would slow down enough to give them more
time to work.
The tube reached brennschluss and Rip called orders. "Same process. Get
ready to repeat. Dominico, bring one of your tubes."
While Koa was connecting another exploder to the wire, Rip took a tube
from Dominico. "Take your space knife and saw through the tube you have
left. We’ll need about three-fifths of it. Keep both pieces."
Dominico pulled his knife, pressed the release, and the gas capsule shot
the blade out. He got to work.
Koa called that he was ready. Rip took the wired exploder from him and
thrust it into the tube Dominico had given him.
As the crystal came around again, the process was repeated. The hole was
undamaged.
There was more time to get clear because of the asteroid’s slower speed.
The second tube slowed the rock even more, so that they had to wait long
minutes while the crystal came around again.
Rip did some estimating. He wanted to be sure the next charge would do
nothing more than slow the asteroid to a stop. If the charge were too
heavy, it would reverse the spin. He didn’t want to make a career of
running on the asteroid. He was tired and he knew his men were getting
weary, too. He could see it in their strides—they were less sure o£ foot.
He decided it would be best to use a little less fuel rather than a little
more. If the asteroid failed to stop its spin completely, they could
always set off a small charge or two.
"Hold it," he ordered. "We’ll use the small end of Dominico’s tube and
save the big one."
The fuel was a solid mass, so cutting the tube in two sections caused no
difficulty. Rip pushed the exploder into the small section, seated it in
the hole, and hurried to cover. As he watched the fuel burn, he wondered
why the last nuclear charge had started the spin. He had made a mistake
somewhere. The earlier blasts had been set so they wouldn’t cause a spin.
He made a mental note to look at the place where the charge had exploded
when things were more quiet.
The rocket fuel slowed the asteroid down to a point where it was barely
turning, and Rip was glad he had been cautious. The heavier charge would
have reversed it a little. He directed the placing of a very small charge
and was moving away from it so Koa could set it off when Santos suddenly
yelled, "Sir! The Connie is coming!"
Rip called, "Fire the charge, Koa," then looked up. The Consops cruiser
was moving slowly toward them. The canny Connie had been waiting for
something to happen on the asteroid, Rip guessed. When the spinning slowed
and then stopped, the Connie probably had decided that now was the time
for a final try.
"Where is the communicator?" Rip asked Koa.
"One of the Connies has it."
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