But he drew nearer the pilot ship.
He pushed a stud.
The ship loomed large; it hit him. He tried to twist as he had read it should be done, to place his feet against the ship's plates.
Got them there ... and drifted away.
He realized that he had forgotten to switch on the magnetic shoe plates.
He magnetized his plates, gritted his teeth, pushed a stud.
He hit the ship. Hard. Rolled.
There. He was all right now.
He walked toward the open port. It was a peculiar process. First he cut off the left magnet, lifted his left foot, then....