"All right, we'll stay." Rene spat the sentence out onto the ground. "But if you think I'm going to do any more looking, take another guess."
He tramped back into his own ship, leaving the outside port and the pressure chamber open.
If only Uncle Izzy had done that!
I went over his ship inch by inch, feeling with my hands, to be sure there was no extra door that might be opened. Rene would have laughed, but I was beginning to build up antibodies against Rene's laughter.
I got the bottom part of the ship dusted off and found nothing.
I pushed open the door of Rene's ship and asked him for a ladder.
"You'll have to pay for it," he warned. "Once it's open, I can't carry it in my ship and I'll have to get another."
"Okay, okay! I'll pay for it."
He handed me a synthetic affair that looked like a meshed rope, wound tight, about the size of a Venusian cigar.