Glancing out through the vision-windows I saw that Marlin and Whitely
and Randall had struggled into their space-walkers also, and were
signalling their readiness. We grasped therefore the tools and
materials we had hastily assembled for our task, these being spare
plates to repair the flier's outer wall and a small molecular-diffusion
welder, and then with those in the grasp of our great pincer-hands
were pulling ourselves toward the flier's screw-door. In a moment we
had that open, and were crowding into the little vestibule-chamber
which lay between the outer and inner doors. Closing the inner one
tightly behind us, we swiftly screwed open the outer door. As it
opened there was a rush of air from about us as the air of the little
vestibule-chamber rushed out into the great airless void outside, and
then Marlin was leading the way out of that door, out into sheer space
outside our falling space-flier!
I saw Marlin drawing himself in his space-walker through the door and
then floating gently out that door, floating in space a few feet from
our flier and falling at the same rate as it toward mighty Saturn!
In a moment more I was following him, Whitely and Randall behind
me, and as I too propelled myself with a slight push through the
door, my cylindrical space-walker floated outward. I found myself,
therefore, cased within that space-walker's cylinder, and floating in
it in the sheer empty void of interplanetary space! Beside me was the
great gleaming faceted ball of our flier, falling at the same rate as
ourselves toward the huge rings of mighty Saturn, to the left. Beneath
and before and on all other sides of me, though, was only space, the
tremendous gulf, gleaming with the great hosts of stars on all sides,
with the sun's brilliant little disk shining far behind us. For the
moment our position was so strange, so utterly alien and unprecedented,
as we four floated there beside the falling space-flier in our four
great metal cylinders, that we could only gaze about us in sheer awe
and wonder. Then Marlin, with one of the great metal jointed arms of
his space-walker, motioned to us and toward the flier, and we realized
that we had but little time left in which to accomplish the task now
before us.
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