Astounding Science Fiction, British Edition, December 1955 — page 59: what you’re looking at

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THE WAITABITS 57 “No signal from control room, sir.” He re-switched to control room, ‘‘What are we waiting for?” “That bunch from the train is still lounging within burning distance, commodore. Either no- body’s told them to go back or, if they have been told, they haven’t got around to it yet.” Leigh seldom swore but he did it this time, one potent word uttered with vigor. He switched a third time, got Harding. ‘Lieutenant, rush out two platoons of your men. They are to return all those alien passengers to their train. Pick them up, carry them there, tuck them into it and return as quickly as possible.” He resumed with his papers while Pascoe sat in a corner nibbling his fingers and grinning to himself. After half an hour Leigh voiced the word again and resorted to the intercom. “What is it now?” “Still no signal, commodore,” said Bentley in tones of complete resignation. On to the control room. “I gave the order to lift immediately there’s clearance. Why haven't we done so?” “One alien is still within the danger area, sir.” Next to Harding. “Didn’t I tell you to get those aliens onto their train?” "YS;.: oSity (you dis Ae passengers were restored to their seats fifteen minutes ago.” ‘Nonsense, man! They’ve left one of them hanging around and he’s holding up the entire vessel.” ‘“‘That one is not from the train, sir,” said Harding, patiently. ““He arrived in a car. You gave no order concerning him.”