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Updated: June 3, 2025
Then there were clankings, and something fastened itself outside, and after a moment the entrance-door of the moonship opened. They went down the ramp to board the moon-jeep, holding onto the hand-rail and helping each other. The tourist giggled foolishly. They went out the thick doorway and found themselves in an enclosure very much like the interior of a rather small submarine.
It rose in a curiously liquid-like fashion. There was no air to scatter it. It settled deliberately back again. Mike spoke with an odd constraint. "No green cheese," he said absurdly. "No," agreed Joe. "Let's go over to the Moonship. It looks all right. It couldn't have landed hard."
Then he started up, and went five feet into the air from the violence of his uncalculated movement. "We? No you don't! You go back to Lunar City where you'll be safe!" Then he heard a peculiar drumming, rumbling noise. He had heard it before. In the moonship. It was rockets being tested; being burned; rockets in the very last seconds of preparation before take-off for the stars.
The word from Earth was that considering the rockets still available in the space tug, and those that should have been fired but weren't on the Moonship, there must be no more blasts just yet. The two ships must pass together through the neutral-point where the gravities of Earth and Moon exactly cancel out. They must fall together toward the Moon.
But that, and all other sources of satisfaction, was wiped out by news that came back from the Moonship a bare six hours later. The Moonship was in trouble. The sequence and timing of its rocket blasts were worked out on Earth, and checked by visual and radar observation. The computations were done by electronic brains the Moonship could not possibly have carried. And everything worked out.
They went toward the bulk of the ship from Earth, which now was a base for the military occupation of a globe with more land-area than all Earth's continents put together but not a drop of water. The Moonship was tilted slightly askew, but it was patently unharmed. There were faces at every port in the hull. The Chief stopped suddenly. A sizable boulder rose from the dust.
They can handle the space wagons we left and they've got guided missiles to spare! They're all right!" Joe's father said unsteadily, "You'll stay on Earth a while now, son?" Sally moved quickly. She looked up, tense. But Joe said, "They're going to get the Moonship up, sir. We came back my gang and me to help train the crew.
We only have a week to do it in, but we've got some combat tactics to show them on the training gadget in the Shed." He added anxiously, "And, sir they'll have to take the Moonship off in a spiral orbit. She can't go straight up! That means she's got to pass over enemy territory, and we've got to have a real escort for her. A fighting escort.
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