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Updated: June 7, 2025
They could see a rounded hull, like the top of a huge submarine, above the water. One of the women remarked that she would stay on the island before she'd enter an undersea ship. The trip on the Primrose was bad enough, but it wasn't below the surface. Morquil called them within the canvas shelter, as if to make a speech.
McCarthy took it without flinching, and his wife was satisfied if he was. Dick had suspected something almost as strange, and did not seem surprised. Dolores looked at him for guidance. He nodded reassuringly. The others shut their lips tight, feeling that they had been taken prisoner without hope of escape. After a pause, Morquil continued. Mrs.
Other maps pictured the streets, so that it would be easy to reach any desired destination. When this was done, Morquil sent one of his men down to make as many copies as desired. Each engineer was to have a complete set. The earthmen had learned to keep track of the time according to the system on the ship. Each "lix" included the time spent in sleep as well as one waking period.
We might as well use up the water and die of thirst, as to drift around in space until we starve to death, or die in the dive at Jupiter." Twice Mrs. Martin came down the ramp to take her husband to bed, but Dick sent her away. The men would stay there until they had found a solution they had to! The fuel was fast disappearing! Morquil still sat in the background.
They seemed to think that bringing men from another world would do the work, and were apt to be disappointed when he started issuing orders. When Dick and his wife were installed in their new home, and the McCarthys settled in a nearby apartment, Morquil hesitated. The Martins were anxious to see their own habitation, and looked at the dome man questioningly. He finally spoke with hesitation.
Perhaps our children will follow in our footsteps; enjoying greater honor, comfort, and luxury than they could possibly have had in our own world. I received little from my fellow men, and have already received more from Morquil than I ever had before." As Dick sat down, John McCarthy's voice boomed out. "I'll follow Dick! He's the boss of this party, and if he's satisfied, I am. Boy!
Some day you'll be eating your share of dust, and will I laugh! I bet that the domes are all a mess." Dick wrote down the reading of each gauge, as John cleaned the surfaces. He couldn't understand the strange numerals, and had to go over them with Morquil. Both men breathed a sigh of relief as they crawled back through the floor of the hold, and dropped the trap door in place.
For a moment Morquil gazed into the faces of the small gathering of people, then slowly walked from the room. There was complete silence, broken occasionally by a sigh as some thought of home exerted itself. An hour passed and they still had not moved. Each seemed to be waiting for one of the others to break the silence. Finally Dick got to his feet.
I hope you don't feel resentful?" "No, Morquil. We're satisfied. If you don't believe it look at Dolores. She decided to like this room the minute she saw it, and is unpacking already." The worried expression disappeared from the strange man's face. "I had the cabins equipped for women, as I know they are particular about such things." "Would you like to see the ship?
It was useless to ask help of the crew they couldn't even think scientifically! "No, Morquil. I don't think you're stupid, but I do consider your people very foolish. From the appearance of things we will never reach the domes! "Unless something drastic is accomplished, the ship will smash to pieces on your planet.
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