Both youths carried heat guns, as did Lieutenant Stone, for blasting ice. The escape locks of the _Rigel_ opened, and the boats slipped out into the vacuum of space. The life crafts were propelled by jets of compressed air and could seat nine men comfortably. Both boats would thus easily accommodate the sixteen crew members of the _Capella_. The suits worn by Rob and Duff were like those carried by the _Capella_’s crew on the expedition. They were heavily insulated, electrically heated, and contained air spaces for additional prevention of heat loss. Rob dove quickly toward the planet’s surface. Time was the important element in this venture. He saw the capsule shape of Lieutenant Stone’s boat, which had gotten a head start, just below. Rob felt a steady battering against the hull as he neared the ground. This was caused by the suspended frozen particles in the atmosphere. Rob opened the forward braking jets, which poured against the big flat area of dry ice beneath. A dense cloud enveloped the craft as the surface of the carbon dioxide was warmed and evaporated into gas. The landing, therefore, had to be made more through judgment than through vision. When Rob felt a gentle bump under him, he felt immeasurably better. “That was close!” Duff remarked over his helmet radio. “I see the lieutenant landed safely too,” Rob said. “He’s getting out.” “He left his jets idling,” Duff said. “Maybe we ought to do the same.” “Right,” Rob agreed. Cutting down the engine power, he then jumped out with his heat gun, followed by Duff. The _Capella_ stood about forty feet away. The flat of dry ice was free of the cloud now, and visibility was good under the glow of the stars and the sun, which resembled a bright arc light. As Lieutenant Stone came over with his gun in hand, Rob was shocked to see a coating of frost growing over the officer’s suit just like a fur covering! The same thing was happening to him and Duff, of course. Rob was grateful for the antifreeze compound which had been rubbed onto the facepiece of his helmet to keep vision clear. “Let’s get over there,” the lieutenant said over his helmet radio. Rob could already feel the insidious cold getting in to him, seemingly to the very marrow of his bones. The grimness of the situation was relieved to some extent as he saw Lieutenant Stone crunching along in front of him, clouds of vaporizing dry ice swirling comically upward with every step he took. It looked as though his boots were smoking! The _Capella_ was an awesome, frigid sight. Its prow jutted upward into the twilight sky like a gigantic icicle. It seemed unbelievable that anyone could still be alive inside such a desolate, arctic tomb. Rob and his companions made a quick search about the ship to see which place had the thinnest coating of ice on it. “I believe the jet chambers are the easiest escape openings,” Rob suggested. “There’s less ice on them than anywhere else.” Lieutenant Stone nodded. “Let’s start blasting.”