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Updated: June 7, 2025
Everyone was invited on board the Primrose, for a farewell party. Dick was forced to call a meeting in the main cabin, to forestall danger of the party deserting with the ship. Morquil had instructed him carefully. "Friends, we are facing a great adventure. I'm in no different position than you, except that as leader I am responsible for whatever happens.
Morquil told me that I must stay here, there are no extra rooms." "I'm sorry, Dolores. We will just have to put up with things as they are. We've got into this and will have to see it through. After all, we are man and wife, and the people on board would think it strange if we didn't occupy the same room. There are two bunks, so I won't have to sleep on the floor.
He will make an able assistant." Passing by the heavy machinery, they approached an enclosed section, which appeared to be of recent installation. Stepping through the doorway, Morquil threw a switch which lighted every corner, then watched expectantly as Dick examined the strange objects. It appeared to be a colony of metal beehives, with covered passages between. "It is our home, Dick.
Because Dick was the leader of the party, the others began to look at him with hatred; Morquil was almost forgotten. When the last piece of equipment was covered with heavy tarpaulins, they constructed a shelter against one side of the pile. It was almost dark when everything was finished, and the captain decided to wait until the next day to sail.
When the lights faded out entirely, Morquil told them to get some sleep. They would have to move equipment aboard a new ship the following day. With the first streak of dawn Dick was back at the edge of the beach, straining his eyes into the gloom, but it was almost an hour before any object was visible. After breakfast the ship was much plainer.
Morquil had been instructing his crew in the strange language, as well as telling them to greet the earthmen in their own tongue. He must speak about holding classes to learn the language. They would have to understand it, and the sooner they started the easier it would be. The following lix, Dick stopped on the ramp to the machinery hold to listen.
An hour later Dick began to worry. According to Morquil, the tanks were less than one-eighth full. The big-headed man had gone over the figures twice, and was showing signs of agitation as he checked them again at Barrow's request. When he glanced up, Dick knew there was no mistake. "The fuel is low Dick.
Since their arrival, Dick had seen no sign of work, and finally questioned Morquil. "The people work one mig out of each lix, Dick. It is enough to carry on cultivation of the crops, and keep the amusement buildings running properly and efficiently." Barrow was stunned. The working period would have to be increased to three immediately, then four and five.
You don't know anything about the ship's operation, and we've only studied it for a short time." They decided to inform the men immediately but say nothing to the women for the present. Within an hour of the discovery, Morquil warned the men at the controls to conserve the power as much as possible. Every operation of the ship, was dependent on fuel.
He looked like a man who was sighting his home after many years of absence. Dick couldn't help but feel glad for him, while cold chills of misgiving crept up and down his own spine. Their voyage was ending at a far different place that he had pictured in his mind, and quite the opposite of the description which Morquil had given of gigantic mechanical development.
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