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That house at the end of your exit will have a dozen or so of our men in it, waiting to drift away one by one, but you can't afford to worry about them. I want you to get in that groundcar, alone, and take off like Phobos rising." "You're going out the other emergency exit?" "That's none of your business. But, as a matter of fact, no.
He recognized a pair of idiotic Martian dolls. He found a tourist map of the ruined cities of Mars. He found a menu from the Red Sands Hotel. And below all these there was a picture album. Alice at the Red Sands. Alice at the Phobos Oasis. Alice at the Darnella Ruins. He turned the pages of the album with numb fingers. Alice in a dozen Martian settings. Some of them were dated.
Roger began refitting their space helmets with the dark glass that would shield them from the strong rays of the enlarging sun. "Ever been outside in the direct path of the sun with no protection, Roger?" asked Astro. "No," replied Roger. "Have you?" "Once," said Astro softly. "On the second moon of Mars, Phobos. I was bucking rockets on the old chemical burners.
Zaidie got her apparatus to work, and when she had taken her slides down to the dark-room, Redgrave turned the R. Force on very slightly and Phobos began to sink away beneath them. The attraction of Mars now began to make itself strongly felt, and the Astronef dropped rapidly through the eight thousand miles which separate the inner and outer satellites.
Then the "dead-man" took over the ship and the stored power in the atostor tanks blasted in a terrible flame that shattered the metal hull to molecular fragments. The interstellar cruiser shuddered, and rolled half over at the blasting pressure. Leaking seams appeared in her plates. The scouts raced back to Luna as the Miran settled heavily, and a trifle clumsily to Phobos.
And if I do not fit you with a Don better than Don Del Phobos, or Don Quixote, let me be hang'd up for the Sign of the Black Boy on my own Poles at a Spanish Inn door. Ant. We'll be with you presently. Guil. And if you find me not en Cavalier, say Clothes, Garniture, Points, and Feathers have lost their Power of making one. Enter, opening the door, Jacinta. Car.
Windows there were none, and investigation showed that the small ports were all covered with their pivoted safety plates. He extinguished the light, swung aside one of the plates, and peered out into the Martian night. It was moonlight both Deimos and Phobos were racing across the blue-black sky. The waters of Crystal Canal stretched out before him, seemingly illimitable.
One is about ten thousand miles from Mars, and is called Deimos, and the other, which is but sixteen hundred miles from the planet, is called Phobos by astronomers." "And how far away is our moon from the earth?" asked Mark. "It varies from about two hundred and fifty-two thousand miles to two hundred and twenty-one thousand miles."
The phases of Phobos would probably be discernible to the naked eye, but those of Deimos would require a telescope in order to be seen, for, notwithstanding their nearness to the planet, Mars's moons are inconspicuous phenomena even to the Martians themselves.
Standing on the surface of this planet, my attention was easily attracted by the two frisky moons called Deimos and Phobos, at the small distance of 14,600 and 12,500 miles respectively. These two moons are constantly flying around the planet, one in about thirty hours and the other in seven and one-half hours.
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