"Omigosh!" cried Standish. "I forgot!" He started the check, right then and there.
Watching Standish run through his suit-check, Ricks felt a lot better. He hadn't forgotten.
Blair found Mendel at the sealed bulkhead between Sections Four and Five. Mendel waved to him and grinned sourly. "I thought you'd be along," he said.
"What is it? The cargo section?"
"Right through there, boy. Sorry. We've had a meteor strike. Son of a gun came at us on the blind side."
Blair glanced quickly at the gauges beside the bulkhead door. "Pressure's up," he said. "Looks like it didn't break all the way through."
"No way to tell yet," said Mendel. "It might be a slow leakage."
"Then we have time to move the cargo."
Mendel shook his head. "Sorry, Glenn, no can do. Open this door here, it might joggle the air pressure just enough to make a slow leak a fast one. If that happens, it won't be this door that slams shut, it'll be the one way over there, between Three and Four."