"More pressure, Snap."
"Yes."
One of the crew rebelled, tried to bolt from the room. "God, we'll crash, caught in here!"
Coniston shot him down.
I shifted another bow-plate. Then two in the stern. The stern-plates seemed to move more readily than the others.
"Run all the stern-plates," Snap advised.
I tried it. The lurching stopped. Miko called. "We're bow down. Falling!"
But not falling free. The Moon-gravity pull upon us was more than half neutralized.
"I'll go up, Snap, and try the engines. You don't mind staying down? Executing my signals?"
"You idiot!" He gripped my shoulders. His eyes were gleaming, his face haggard, but his pale lips twitched with a smile.