Isaac shook his head, as if pulling himself together, and held out his hand. “Let me have the list.”
He looked it over, climbed to his feet, and started out of the dormitory.
“Gee, he is taking it hard, isn’t he?” Patch asked.
Garry nodded. “I can imagine how he feels. How many times have you made a mistake that you’d give anything in the world to correct if you could? But with us, our mistakes have never cost a person his life.”
Isaac came back into the room. “One of the things on this list is the sealer gun. It must still be up there by the flight-deck door that was sealed to prevent the air leaking out. Will you fellows get it?”
“Sure, Isaac,” Garry replied. “Come on, Patch.”
As they pulled themselves along the center tunnel, Patch remarked, “Isaac didn’t want to go back up there. That’s why he asked us to get the sealer gun.”
“I think you’re right,” Garry replied. “But it will save him some time just the same.”
Reaching the platform in front of the flight deck, the boys stepped up onto the magnetized area. All at once Garry was struck by the awesome silence of this part of the ship. Along with this was the remembrance of the tragedy that had taken place beyond the door in front of them, and he had a lonesome, shivery feeling.
Patch seemed to feel it too.