The heat was increasing rapidly. The temperature must surely be over a hundred. Pegasus had reached the air again, and was falling out of control!
CHAPTER XIX
The Unyielding Ground
Prince Machiavelli began to cry. He let Rick know he didn't like the heat in a series of sobbing yelps.
Rick glanced up, surprised at the sudden noise, and flashed his light on the monk. The little animal was suffering from the heat, the fur of his head matted and his eyes staring. Dangling from his little chest was the stethoscope Rick had ripped away to get the tape.
Rick stared at it. If only ...
He fought his body's tendency to fly to the top of the rocket and got a firm grip with one leg around the channel under the spacemonk, then he took the stethoscope bell and began to tap in Morse code:
T-A-K-E C-O-N-T-R-O-L T-A-K-E C-O-N-T-R-O-L.