"No good. All the slugs are gone. Pink," said the weak, worried voice, "do you know what time it is? You better hightail it for the ship."
"I'm coming after you," said Pink.
"Don't be a heroic son of a space cook, Pink!"
"Shut up and lie still." He switched his radio to close quarters. "Honey, you make for the Child. I'll pick up the boys and be right with you."
"You're crazy," she said flatly. "I wouldn't leave you if—"
He had switched on his chest lamp and drawn out a pen and paper from his pocket kit. "I'm going to write Jackson a note countermanding the order. Take it to him."
"You're wasting your time," she said grimly. "If you're going into the cave, I'm going too."
"You fathead, you can save the ship by taking this note."
"You're doing it to save me. I won't. What happens to you happens to me."
"My God the whole damn ship—"