What was that idiot doing out there?
Then Harold was back, breathing hard, squinting through his one good lens. "Boy, what a sight! I'd give anything for a camera!"
"Never mind that! Let's go! I'm freezing!"
They were off without any trouble and the dim violet light returned and the ice on the compartment walls began to melt. When the ship was settled on course, Harold took off the rest of the spacesuit, pulled some paper from the glove compartment of the dashboard and began writing.
"It's the official report," Harold said presently. "Getting it all down while it's fresh in my mind."
"Let's see that!" Orville couldn't read Harold's handwriting. "What's it say?"
"You really want to hear it? Well...." Harold cleared his throat modestly and began to read. "'The Discovery'—decided to call her the Discovery on account of—'the Discovery was lying on her side in the shade, but a blinding light was coming down from some peaks. It nearly blinded me! Boy, what a—'" Harold squinted over a word—"'sight!'"
"Wait a minute! You giving me credit?"
"What for?"
"For being the first man."