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YOU DO TAKE up slowly one weary week after another. “Of course, he tried to do something practical about it. He threatened, cajoled, tried to reason with, tried to find the reason for, begged for a truce for the duration of the trip, and finally ordered them to behave like men instead of criminal lunatic kids. That _ practically started a riot. But when all had quietened down the only result was an in- creased civility to himself and a growing monster of almost tangible hatred between the other two. “Well, they didn’t get to Mars. Not near enough to make any observations that’ hadn’t been made before by earlier expeditions. They were a good twelve million miles off target when something went wrong with the firing mechanism and two of the jets started up and kept going for fourteen des- perate hours. The sudden, un- expected acceleration caught them off balance and knocked _ them clean out, and by the time they got around, stag- gering against the crushing weight, to fiddle with the . 145 IT WITH YOU gadgets, they looked like ending up at Sirius. They ~ found the fault at last, cut out, and discovered they were still in the Solar System, but only just. Maybe that is an exaggeration, but even a few hundred thousand miles off course was usually finis in space at that time. After twenty-four hours of sweating calculation, Tom _ estimated they had enough fuel to — climb back on a forced trajec- tory to Luna, and leave the barest minimum for braking on arrival—if nothing else went wrong. “Something did, pretty soon. Dick was one of those types who suffer from the after-effects of acceleration - sickness rather worse than most, and he had been issued with special pills on the Company M.O.’s orders. You can imagine that, after a | nightmare experience like that unofficial jet-hike, he needed those pills badly to pull him- self together. He went on needing them, because they just weren’t to be found. “Now, you don’t really lose anything aboard a space craft. You don’t use pills to Comicloooks.COmn,