Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 71 — page 148: what you’re looking at

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YOU DO TAKE IT WITH YOU “Tom went out of the air- Jock first and had a look round. He came back with a plan of work, helped them fix tackle, get into their suits and adjust equipment. He manipulated the airlock while they vanished one at a time through the outer chamber and fumbled their way round the shell of the ship. ‘For a long time there was nothing but work, terse to and fro order, query, or assent through the radios, and the ghostly, maddening silence of unshielded space. Repair work takes a long time in space, as you will both ap- preciate. So Tom didn’t take much notice when a goodish interval went by with no word through the radio from either of them. “Suddenly, there was a most frightfulcry, asmothered, choking sound of rage and fear, and then followed im- mediately by: ‘He’s pushed me! I’m falling! Help! Throw a rope, curse your filthy hide! He—E—LP!’ “If this was a tale of Earth, you could say that Tom was up outside like a streak of light- ning to the rescue. But it isn’t 147 and he wasn’t. He had to refix his suit, adjust the oxygen, grab some rolls of rope, and manipulate the airlock, which took so many precious minutes he was al- most too late. When he finally floated up clumsily to the outside, Dick was stand- ing curiously immobile, ig- noring Tom’s shouted ques- tions, and Harry was a good hundred yards off and under the ship, dropping in ter- rible miming travesty into some peculiar spatial path of his own. His radio must have jammed, because nothingcame over but a blurred grinding sound that did nothing except use up his small supply of air. “Tom yelled through his speaker: ‘What happened?’ Dick turned slowly, startled by his arrival. ‘He was round- ing her nose and off contact. His rope must have got loose,’ he said sullenly. ** “He said you pushed him?’ said Tom furiously. ‘Give me your rope.’ Dick said nothing, but handed it across. Tom clambered for’ard, slotted the ropes together and jammed the contact end firmly into a Comichbooks.com> ae <.