"Right, Gregg. Are we lost?"
"God knows! We'll know in a minute or two. Get all your men into their space-suits. Keep in the bow. Prepare the exit-port there."
"Right, Gregg. You coming down?"
"Yes. When I finish." I cut him off. "Drac, get out of here! Did you order Waters forward?"
"He won't leave."
"He thinks he may be able to get communication with Earth."
"He can't stay where he is; there's no protection up here! When that stern bulkhead goes...."
It was breaking. I could see it bending sternward under the pressure. And at best it was leaking air, so that the decks were a rush of wind. Already Drac and I were gasping with the lowered pressure.
"Drac, get out of here. Go get Waters; bring him forward. The hell with his transmitter: this is life or death!"