Johnny began to laugh.
Ives went to him. "Hey, boy—"
Johnny rolled over, swung his feet down, and sat up, brushing the fat man aside. "What you guys need," Johnny chuckled, "is a nice kind policeman to feed you candy and take you home. You're real lost."
Ives said, "Johnny, take it easy and be quiet, huh? We'll figure a way out of this."
"I already have, scrawny," said Johnny offensively. He got up, strode to the port. "What a bunch of deadheads," he growled. He went two steps past the port and grasped the control-wheel which was mounted on the other side of the port from the button.
"Oh my God," breathed Anderson delightedly, "the manual! Anybody else want to be Captain?"
"Factor of safety," said Hoskins, smiting himself on the brow. "There's a manual control for everything on this scow that there can be. And we stand here staring at it—"
"If we don't win the furlined teacup...." Ives laughed.
It wouldn't budge.