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He was also slightly off on his line of flight. It was soon obvious he would miss the sphere, but they could not be sure if he realized this. They could see him twisting his head about and making futile swimming motions with his arms and legs, trying to orient himself. After about a minute he Stopped moving and lay quietly. He apparently got his bearings, for they saw him manipulate the oxygen bottle and he began to spin slowly in the opposite direction. He lay quiet for a moment again, then again used the bottle and this time killed almost all his spin. By this time he was a good halfway to his target. He made no further move until he was almost on the verge - of passing the sphere, or so it appeared to Goodrich, and then suddenly his course altered. It was too far to see exactly what he was doing, but he must have used the oxygen bottle again. McKay spoke for the first time: “I believe the kid’s going to make it.” Brown’s green-clad figure was sharp now against the white of the sphere. It suddenly exhibited Violent activity, to what end was not immediately clear, and then the watchers made out that he had struck the sphere and was sliding over its surface, scrabbling for a handhold. He found one and lay quiet for a while, and the rotation of the sphere carried him around out of their sight When he reappeared, they could see. that he was cautiously working his way over the surface toward what they had thought might be a hatch. The radio broke in impatiently: “Rubberneck, this is Thumbtack. Do you have anything to report? Over.” “Thumbtack, Rubberneck,” Goodrich said. “We have a man aboard Bertha now. Wait” Brown reached the hatch and disappeared. Apparently it was open, as they had suspected. For ten minutes nothing CORniclooo SS CO