Garry moved quickly and quietly, pulling Patch along. As the men entered the dock, the boys ducked out of sight behind one of the space fliers.
The men approached the flier next to the outer door of the dock and pressed a button on the taxi’s surface. Its door sprang open, and the men entered the flier.
They were in there for fully five minutes. During that time, Garry began to shiver, but it was not from fright so much as it was the coldness of the dock. Garry felt Patch shaking beside him and knew his friend was just as uncomfortable as he. But they had to stay put. There was no other place they could go at this moment.
Finally, the men came out of the space taxi, closed the door, and, to the relief of Garry and Patch, disappeared up the corridor.
Garry stood up and hugged himself.
“Garry, I—I’m freezing to death,” Patch chattered.
“So am I. We sure can’t stay here like this,” Garry replied.
“Why don’t we try getting into one of these ships?” Patch suggested. “Maybe they’ve got heaters inside.”
Garry pressed the button of the ship which they had been hiding behind, but the door did not open.
“The power is off or something,” Garry groaned.