Again he saw her as in those last long moments—sealed in her separate sphere, her pale face fear-straught.
The memory woke new fever in him. Why was he lying here, with her in danger? Now, above all, seconds were precious!
And there was only one road for him to take to help her.
A bitter road. Yet he had no choice.
He shifted; twisted; fumbled for the buzzer button.
A medman came. Boone said, "I want a space-phone."
"Who are you calling?"
"The Ganymedan base director. His name is Martin Krobis."
"I'll see." The man went out again.
When he came back, he brought an audio-visual com-box with him. "The call's allowed. I've placed it for you." Setting down the unit on the stand beside Boone's bed, he left the room.