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We can cut their ship free. They can repair their drive but it's most likely that it'll operate perfectly when they're a mile from the Niccola's magnetic field. They can't help us. But we can help them. And sooner or later some Plumie ship is going to encounter some other human ship. If we cut these Plumies loose, they'll report what we did.
It's only a guess, but tell him!" "Immediately," said Diane. The Plumie followed gallantly as Baird made a steep climb up what once was the floor of a corridor. Then Taine stepped out before them. His eyes burned. "Giving him a clear picture, eh?" he rasped. "Letting him spy out everything?" Baird pressed the communicator call for the radar room and said coldly: "I'm obeying orders. Look, Taine!
"I'll ask the skipper as soon as the Plumie ship's free." "Y-yes," said Diane. And she pressed her face against his shoulder, and wept. This was at 01 hours, 20 minutes ship time. At 03 hours even, there was peculiar activity in the valley between the welded ships. There were men in space armor working cutting-torches where for twenty feet the two ships were solidly attached.
"Did you tell them?" demanded the skipper. "There was no easy way to tell them by diagrams, sir." Taine's voice cut in. It was feverish. It was strident. It was triumphant. "Sir! The Niccola is effectively a wreck and unrepairable. But the Plumie ship is operable if cut loose.
He was in that singular valley between the two ships, where their hulls were impregnably welded fast. Round-hulled Plumie ship, and ganoid-shaped Niccola, they stuck immovably together as if they had been that way since time began. Where the sky appeared above Baird's head, the stars moved in stately procession across the valley roof.
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