"I wouldn't know," said the green-eyed blonde. "I've forgotten what they're like."
Billy said, "How badly wrecked is your ship?"
"It's strewn all over the landscape," he replied sleepily.
"Is there any chance of patching it up?"
He considered the question. More than anything else, he decided, he wanted to sleep. "What?" he said.
"Is there any possibility of repairing your ship?" repeated Billy.
"Not outside the space docks."
They expelled their breath, but not for an instant did they relax the barrage of their eyes. He shifted position in embarrassment. The movement pulled his muscles like a rack. Furthermore, an overpowering lassitude was threatening to pop him off to sleep before their eyes.
"You look exhausted," said Ann.
Jonathan dragged himself back from the edge of sleep. "Just tired," he mumbled. "Haven't had a good night's rest since I left Mars." Indeed it was only by the most painful effort that he kept awake at all. His eyelids drooped lower and lower.