The Skipper's warning shout,
"Too late! Abandon ship, Chief! Don your lobs!"
McNeer said, "Too bad, Bill,
Just hold 'er there until
I get the lobs, and then we'll pull our freight."
With firm, untrembling hands
He took down from their stands
Two spacesuits, worn and old and out of date.
But Bill the Blaster stood
As motionless as wood;