“Let’s hurry up and get out of here,” he said. “It’s kind of spooky here all by ourselves.”
“I don’t see the sealer gun anywhere, do you?” Garry asked.
“No. Maybe somebody carried it away with them.”
There was a well of darkness beneath the platform. Both boys glanced at one another. They knew that was the next place to look.
“It may be down there someplace,” Garry said. “We’ll have to take a look.”
“How could it be down there?” Patch argued, not enjoying the prospect. “There’s no gravity here in the tube. Things don’t fall in here like they do in the rest of the ship.”
“It may have been shoved off in that direction,” Garry said. “That could easily have happened in all the excitement up here. Time’s wasting, Patch. If you’re scared, I’ll poke around down there.”
“It’s not that I’m exactly scared,” Patch protested weakly.
Garry held onto the railing and swung his feet off the magnetized-platform floor so that he floated weightlessly in the air. Then he began pulling himself down into the darkness, using the metal lattice-work that extended below the platform.
“How can you see down there?” Patch called from above. “Want me to get a light for you?”