They were in a huge enclosed dock of the space station. Lined up ahead were several space taxis, or fliers, which were used for trips outside the station and also doubled as lifeboats in time of emergency. “Gee, it’s cold in here!” Patch said. “The main thing, though, is that there’s no one around,” Garry said. “It’ll give us time to collect our thoughts.” “That’s what you think,” Patch whispered, tugging at Garry’s arm. “There come a couple of men down that corridor across the way!” Garry moved quickly and quietly, pulling Patch along. As the men entered the dock, the boys ducked out of sight behind one of the space fliers. The men approached the flier next to the outer door of the dock and pressed a button on the taxi’s surface. Its door sprang open, and the men entered the flier. They were in there for fully five minutes. During that time, Garry began to shiver, but it was not from fright so much as it was the coldness of the dock. Garry felt Patch shaking beside him and knew his friend was just as uncomfortable as he. But they had to stay put. There was no other place they could go at this moment. Finally, the men came out of the space taxi, closed the door, and, to the relief of Garry and Patch, disappeared up the corridor. Garry stood up and hugged himself. “Garry, I—I’m freezing to death,” Patch chattered. “So am I. We sure can’t stay here like this,” Garry replied. “Why don’t we try getting into one of these ships?” Patch suggested. “Maybe they’ve got heaters inside.” Garry pressed the button of the ship which they had been hiding behind, but the door did not open. “The power is off or something,” Garry groaned. “Maybe the first one will open,” Patch said. “It worked for those men.” Garry went over to the first craft and pressed the door button. Instantly, the door sprang open. A tiny air-lock chamber faced them. “Thank goodness,” Patch murmured. “Let’s go in.” “What if the men come back?” Garry cautioned. “They may be preparing for a trip.” “There are windows facing the corridor,” Patch said. “We can keep an eye out for them and duck for cover again if they return. Gee, let’s try it anyhow, Garry! I feel like a penguin that’s lost all its feathers!” Garry agreed and entered the flier, Patch climbing in behind. A second door led from the air lock chamber into the flier proper. Besides the pilot’s seat, there were six other seats, three on a side. It was warmer in here than outside, and Garry felt heat gently blowing. This made him suspect that the men had just turned it on and that they were going to return for a trip in the craft. “I’m afraid we won’t have long to stay in here,” Garry told his friend and mentioned his suspicion to him. “I guess you’re right,” Patch agreed. “Where will we go from here? Garry, I’m tired of running. And I’m getting more scared by the minute because of what we’re doing. Why don’t we just turn ourselves in and face the music, whatever it is?”