Adventures in the Far Future & Tales of Outer Space — page 196: what you’re looking at

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

they can get you out.” He ran his fingers through his hair and stared at the sphere. “I wish we had a line,” he said. “If | miss, it’s a long way down.” “You don’t have to go,” Goodrich said. “It’s up to you.” “Yeah, | know, | Know. What if he starts something when I’m halfway across?” “We'd have to haul out and leave you.” “That’s what | thought ... well, O.K., | guess. We can’t disappoint all that brass. Give me a hand getting fixed up here, will you, Mac?” “Thumbtack, Rubberneck,” Goodrich said into his mike. “We're going to try It.” “Good boy. This won't be forgotten.” “Il bet it won't,” Brown said. “Not by me, anyway.” He slid his helmet on and secured it to his pressure suit. McKay helped him lash a spare oxygen bottle to his midriff, and two more on his back in such fashion that he could get at them readily, but they would not interfere with his movements. “Take it easy on that oxygen at first, till you get the feel of it,” he said. “I don’t think you’ll need very much push, that’s just In case.” McKay and Goodrich put on their own helmets. All three plugged into the intercom. “O.K.,” Goodrich said. “I’m going to depressurize now.” He felt the pressure suit stiffen and constrict on’ his arms and legs. McKay released the hydraulic seal of the hatch and Swung it open. “Here | go,” Brown said. “Watch for my hand signals.” He pulled himself to the hatch opening and balanced gingerly on its edge, holding himself steady with one hand. He flexed and straightened his legs slowly several times, getting the feel of it, and then let go and jumped strongly away. McKay and Goodrich watched tensely. The thrust of Brown's legs had not been exactly in line with his center of gravity, and he began to cartwheel slowly. CORniclooo SS CO