"I thought you would have a job of more import for me. Had you, for example, decided that we ought to clobber—"
"Clobber, clobber, clobber! Will you shut up and get to work?"
"Yes, Captain." And more than a little stooped of shoulder, LeClarc left the lounge.
Teejay didn't pause for breath. "You, Stedman! What's so funny? What are you laughing about?"
"Nothing. It's just the way LeClarc—"
"Forget it, before you get clobbered."
Ganymede.
After the landing, an unreasoning fear gripped Steve tightly. It wasn't anything he could put his finger on, but he felt it gnawing at the fringes of his mind, probing, seeking, thrusting for a way in. There was nothing to be afraid of, and Steve smoked one cigarette after another while the six-man parties disembarked to take up their beater-stations on the edges of the square.
Ganymede, he recited to himself, is the largest satellite in the Solar System. 664,200 miles from Jupiter, it has a diameter of thirty two hundred and six miles, or bigger than the planet Mercury and almost as large as Pluto. It swings around Jupiter in a little over seven Earth days and in appearance the moonscape's enough like Luna to be a twin-brother, except for fat, bloated Jupiter hanging in the sky.