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adjustments, and they were not at all comforted to find that most of the directional rockets had vanished or folded up and that half the Lunar landing apparatus was in a very unsavoury state. They wafted below as quickly as their sick stomachs and tortured lungs would let them, and stayed there a long while gloomily checking and assess- ing the damage. Tom said it might have been worse— just slightly, and gave a doubtful look towards the six-foot thick lead protector that gave their life-shell im- munity. He said, wearily, as they passed the cabin door on their way up: ‘See how Dick’s making out. Tell him Pll fix him a potion,’ and floated up the ladder. He felt too ill to care much about anything and had hardly collected the ingredients for abracer for them all when Harry’s head appeared above the deck. His face was agitated, and he came up so unthink- ingly fast he overshot and hit the ceiling handrail. He floated down, gibbering like an airborne ape. 150 AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION ““He’s dead,’ he said stupidly. “So am JI,’ said Tom caustically. ‘I hope I never— what did you say ?’ ***A corpse, I tell you, and something funny .. .’ He seized the plastic brandy bottle and stuck the nipple in his mouth. *‘Tom stared, then made a wafting lunge for the ladder. Harry, still sucking brandy, followed him slowly. “Dick was dead. They stared down at the body, half fastened down, features contorted, fin- gers bruised and purpling where they had torn at the confining straps in dying par- oxysms. ‘He couldn’t take it, captain,’ said Harry tone- lessly. ‘Too many G’s——’ Fool!’ spat Tom. ‘Too many G’s be damned! He had a heart like an ox. His stomach wouldn’t have fin- ished him, even without his pills. That’s what killed him!’ He pointed to the peculiar, moist miasma around the dead man’s head. He stared round the tiny cabin and heaved towards the forced- draught vent. For a very long cComichooks;com—