Although I felt that he had not been sane when he attacked Gail, I couldn't forgive his actions. I don't suppose he felt forgiving toward me. I was sure he hated me for stopping him from taking Gail, even though he appeared to be remorseful over his actions. Before I put the helmet over his head, he said, "I--I wasn't myself, Bill. I want you to realize that. And try to make Gail see it that way." "She'll accept your apology later," I said, "but get one thing straight, Grover. If you ever make another pass at her, whether you're sane or not, I'll kill you in spite of hell and Doc Spartan." He bit his lip. "Can't blame you for feeling that way. You do love her, don't you?" "You're damn right," I said. "Even before we were married I loved her." His helmet was fastened and he stepped into the locks. I closed the door, ready to use the walkie-talkie transmitter for any messages. Dr. Spartan reappeared. "Grover will need welding equipment to fix that motor," he said. "Did he take it with him?" "No, sir," I said. "Then get it and take it out to him," said Spartan, turning and going back to his cabin. I shrugged. I hadn't been sentenced to repair the tubes, as Morrie had, but I still had to obey orders. I got the equipment and a tool bag from the storage compartment of the machine room. When I told Gail and Axel I was taking welding equipment out to Morrie, Axel gave me a worried look. "Don't start anything, Bill," he said. "We have an understanding," I replied. Returning to the main cabin, I found Dr. Spartan waiting again, an oxygen tank in his hands. "Here's the tank I want you to use, Drake," he said. "There's just a small amount of oxygen in it, but to use a new tank for such a short errand would be wasteful. We don't know when we might have another accident." "Okay. I mean--yes, sir," I said. "I trust you and Grover won't resume--uh--hostilities." "No, sir. I'm sure he wasn't himself, sir." While I put on my helmet, Spartan put the tank on my shoulders. I checked the connections, then I went into the locks. I started the pumps to exhaust the air and called to Morrie on my helmet transmitter. "I'm bringing some welding equipment, Morrie." He didn't answer. "Do you read me, Morrie?" I called. Still no answer. I called a third time and when Morrie didn't seem to hear, I grew apprehensive. "Morrie!" I knew something was wrong now. He should have heard me. Sometimes a man will switch off his transmitter, but he always keeps his receiver on. The locks were emptied of air and I swung open the outer door. I fastened a lifeline to my belt and fitted the hasp of the other end to a ring just outside the door. Then I pivoted around the door frame and planted my magnetized boots against the metal side of the ship. They stuck, and I started to walk around the craft toward motor No. Five.