Adventures in the Far Future & Tales of Outer Space — page 121: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

a cosmos of nothingness which seemed constantly about to Swallow her forever. The helmsman, whose helm controlled nothing, beat with his fists at the bow ports which opened on blackness. He seized something—he did not know what—and battered blindly at everything and anything about him. And he screamed ... Brent finished his work. It was a highly unlikely task he had set himself, and he performed it in a most improbable fashion. He took control of the Deli/ah with a pair of tiny, animal-hair brushes and two containers of quick-drying fluid, plus two small instrument cases from his pockets. He took one of the cases out and wrenched off a magnetic keeper, and put the case against a girder. It clung instantly. It was very near to one of the rods of greenish overdrive-alloy which ran through all the ship in a specific design. He opened acontainer of liquid and began to paint, very painstakingly, a line of quickly drying liquid from one point of the box to another spot some little distance away. He painted another line, and another, and another, perhaps a dozen, in all. A little later he painted narrower lines down the center of each of the original fines, with liquid from the second container, and using the second brush. This was nearly the end of his task. Kit stayed close to him. When he moved, she moved to remain as close to him as she could. As he worked. Brent thought in astonishment. So this is how it happens! He led a tiny line of liquid to the greenish-tinted rod. He moved back to the small box clinging to the steel beam. Kit followed him. / /ike it! Brent thought absorbedly. He made a liquid connection to a metal stud on the box. It dried immediately. He stood up in the near-darkness. “Finished,” he said. Kit went back into his arms. CORniclooo SS (SO)