I still couldn't sleep.
It took me an awfully long time to wake up. When I made it, I found out why.
I'd only been asleep an hour.
"I knew it was too good to last," I said. "What blew up?"
"'Dozer brakes jammed," she said. "Something wrong with the towbar."
That was fine. Perfect operation for twelve days; twenty-six hundred miles covered. Then it had to give trouble.
I rolled out of the bunk. "Well, I didn't think we'd even get this far. Any leaks?"
She shook her head.
Fine. That bar was a nightmare of pressure-actuated hydraulics. Very small, very light, and very precision. I wouldn't dare go into it very deeply.