Crag turned to Nagel. "Where were you, Gordon?"
"At the rear, as usual." His voice was bitter.
"How far was Prochaska ahead of you?"
"I wouldn't know." He looked away into the blackness, then back to Crag. "Would you expect me to?"
Crag debated. Clearly he wasn't getting anywhere with the interrogation. He looked at Nagel. The man seemed on the verge of collapse.
"We'll carry Max back. Lend a hand, Richter." His voice turned cold. "I want to examine that rip in the light."
The German nodded calmly.
"Stay together," Crag barked. "No stringing out Larkwell, you lead the way."
"Okay." The construction boss started toward Bandit. Nagel fell in at his heels. Crag and Richter, carrying Prochaska's body between them, brought up at the rear.
It took the last of Crag's strength before they managed to get the body into the space cabin.