Brand crawled to the transmitter, laboriously, for his body tipped the scales here at nearly four hundred pounds.
"We can see the metallic glitter that Journeyman spoke of," he said. "No sign of life of any kind, though. The red glow seems to flicker a little."
Closer the ship floated. Closer. To right and left of them for vast distances stretched the red area. Ahead of them for hundreds of miles they knew it extended.
"We're right on it now," called Brand. "Right on it—we're going over the edge—we're—"
Next instant he was sprawling on the floor, with Dex rolling helplessly on top of him, while the space ship bounced up twenty thousand feet as though propelled by a giant sling.
he peep, peep of the radio signalling stopped. The space ship rolled helplessly for a moment, then resumed an even keel. Brand and Dex gazed at each other.
"What the hell?" said Dex.
He started to get to his feet, put all his strength into the task of moving his Jupiter-weighted body, and crashed against the top of the control room.