“I’m for getting out of here,” Billy put in.
“Fine,” Epworth replied scathingly, “but how are you going to live out there? The colonists are wearing air helmets, and that indicates to us that if we undertake to leave the Aerolite we must find some way to store oxygen over our own heads.”
“There are air helmets in the storeroom,” Michael suggested, “and an oxygen tank in the cook room. Perhaps——”
But without waiting for a command from Epworth, he sped down the companionway into the kitchen. When he came back he was carrying three air helmets.
“Here you are,” he said energetically. “I found them hanging near the kitchen oxygen tank, and of course filled them so that you can use them.”
“But, how will we refill them after we exhaust the supply now imprisoned in them?” Epworth protested. “I——”
“I brought along a recharger, and——”
“Even so, one recharge will not last us long.”
“Perhaps we may not need them after all,” Joan suggested. “The colonists are taking them off their heads.”
Epworth opened the window cautiously and stuck his head out.