“What are we going to do with this?” Vernon touched the extra tank with the toe of his boot.
“You know what we are going to do with it.”
Vernon nodded.
“We’ll furnish a great newspaper story some day,” he said, “if we ever are found. Two dead men in space suits with a tank full of oxygen at their feet. Mystery — why didn’t one of them use the oxygen?”
“I have something I want to say, “said Vince. “Hard to word it. Would think a fellow could say things to his brother… but you know how it is.”
“Sure. Better not say it. I feel the same way.”
“You’ve been regular,” declared Vince.
“Not so bad yourself,” replied Vernon.
“It’s not hard to die with you, kid. I always pictured us going out differently. Maybe with guns flaming in some out of way station or with the old Space Pup busted wide open somewhere out in space…. but not like this. Doesn’t matter after all…..”
“Why should it?” demanded Vernon.