"I don't want to sound like a martinet," Purcell told them. "But you understand that by two hours I mean two hours. Not a minute more."
"Yes, sir," Chandler said.
"Glaudot?"
"Yes, sir," the Executive Officer replied.
"All right," Purcell said. He walked over to the first of the big magna-sleds piled high with equipment. "We'll be setting up the base camp over here. I know the men still in the ship will want to stretch their legs soon as possible. We don't want to have to go looking for you, Glaudot."
"Not me, Captain," Glaudot assured him, and walked off toward the crater rim with young Ensign Chandler.
"What the devil was that?" Chandler said forty-five minutes later.
"Stop jumping at every shadow you see. Relax."
"I thought I saw something moving behind that rock."