"Larry," said Major Winship, "I wouldn't know a room-temperature-curing epoxy resin from—"
"Hey!" exclaimed Capt. Wilkins. "The mixer's stopped." He bent forward and touched the drum. He jerked back. "Ye Gods! that's hot! And it's harder than a rock! It is an epoxy! Let's get out of here."
"Huh?"
"Out! Out!"
Major Winship, Lt. Chandler, and Capt. Lawler, recognizing the sense of urgency, simultaneously glanced at the drum. It was glowing cherry red.
"Let's go!" Capt. Wilkins said.
He and the Major reached the airlock at the same time and became temporarily engaged with each other. Movement was somewhat ungainly in the space suits under the best of conditions, and now, with the necessity for speed, was doubly so. The other two crashed into them from behind, and they spewed forth from the dome in a tangle of arms and legs.
At the table, they separated, two going to the left, two to the right. The table remained untouched.
When they halted, Capt. Wilkins said, "Get to one side, it may go off like shrapnel." They obeyed.
"What—what—what?" Capt. Lawler stuttered.