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even, Winter thought, that - they would discover what it was before they died. That was Barker’s crime— the murder of Black, the steward, who would accept death indifferently; Smith, Hawkin and Randall, the miners, who had won all they wanted and were now to have it taken from them; Mary and Robert Crispin, who had always known that death in space was catching up on them; Shaw, to whom death was an incredible horror, and Souness, who would be too busy with other things to comprehend it until just before the end; and Esther and Marjory, who had been bound to settle down and have children before they were twenty-five and had not even had time for that. Oh, yes, there was also Jim Winter, thirty-four, Cap- tain Winter, who was the only one Barker wanted to murder. The girls disappeared into Esther’s cabin, and Winter turned from the rail and went into the control room. He lit a cigarette and threw one each to Shaw and Souness. THE LITTLE CORPORAL As they stared at him, he _ laughed. *“We could smoke two at a time and still never get through them,” he said. “And we could light a bonfire without having to worry about wasting the air.” : “Tl find some way out,” said Souness stubbornly. “Don’t let anyone hear you say that,’ observed Winter, knowing it was useless. ““We’ve been through the black moss.” He glanced over at the green ball, now dark again. “It’s no use working out now a course that would cut it out. No use working out anything. But don’t let me stop you.” He walked out of the room and went down the steel stairs. There was nothing to be gained by making a routine tour, saying a few casual words to everyone. But it was inevitable that he should do it. Any captain would. He saw the miners first. “The youngster wasn’t pitching it strong?’ asked Smith, his hard face cool and expressionless. ‘““We’re all for the high jump?” Winter nodded. COMICHOOLKS.COlmn =