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members and so
against the ribs and hull sheathing on that side. Able Jake's hull split
open like a pea pod for fully half its length and several items of its
cargo burst from their lashings, erupted from the wound.
Johnny was not inboard at the time, but floating, spacesuited alongside,
freeing a fouled lead to the radar bowl, swearing occasionally but
without any real passion at the stupidity of the unknown maintenance
man who failed to secure it properly. For some odd reason he had never
quite lost the thrill of his first trip "outside," and, donning pressure suit
with the speed of long practice, sneaked as many "inspections" as
possible, with or without due cause.
The second's fury that reduced the third stage of a $5,000,000 rocket to
junk was evident to him only as a brilliant blue-white flash, a
hammer-like shock through the antennae support that left his wrist and
forearm numb. Then a violent wrench as a long cylinder, expelled from
the split hull, caught the loop of his life line and dragged him in till he
clashed hard against it, the suddenly increased tension or a sharp edge
parting the line close to the anchored end. He clawed blindly for a hold,
found something he could not at that moment identify and hung on.
For a short time his vision seemed dulled and that part of his mind,
trained to the quick analysis of sudden situations groped but feebly
through a haze of shock to understand what had happened. Orienting
himself he found he was gripping a brace of the open-mounted motor
on one of the Waste Disposal Cylinders. About him he could see other
odd items of the cargo, some clustering fairly closely, others just
perceptibly drifting farther away. To one side, or "downwards" the
Earth rolling vastly, pole over pole, and with her own natural rotation
giving an odd illusion of slipping sideways from under him.
Only a sudden sun glint on the stubby swept-back wings showed him
where Able Jake was. Far away--too far, spinning slowly end over end.
His sideways expulsion from the ship then had been enough to give
him and his companion debris a divergent course.

Spacemen accept without question the fact of a ship or a station always
at hand with a safety man on watch at all times over those outside and a
"bug" within signaling distance constantly. They do not conceive of
any other state of affairs.
Now Johnny had to face the fact that he was in such a position--entirely
and utterly alone, except for the useless flotsam that came with him. He
might have flung himself into a mad chase after the ship on his suit jets
except that the thought of leaving his little island, cold comfort though
it was, to plunge into those totally empty depths was suddenly horrible.
The tide of panic rose within him. He knew the sickening bodily revolt
of blind unreasoning terror--the terror of the lost, the terror of certain
untimely death, but mostly of death so dreadfully alone.
He might have gone insane. In the face of the insoluble problem his
mind might have retreated into a shadow world of its own, perhaps to
prattle happily the last few hours away. But there was something else
there. The pre-flight school psychiatrist had recognized it, Johnny
himself probably wouldn't have and it wasn't their policy to tell him. It
saved him. The labored heart pounding and the long shuddering gasps
slowed in time and with the easing of his physical distress he found
enough heart to muster a wry little smile at the thought that of the
castaways of history he at least stood fair to be named the most unique.
* * * * *
And after a while, shaking himself mentally, a little ashamed of his
temporary fall from grace, he followed the example of the more
intelligent of his predecessors and settled down to itemize his assets,
analyze his position and conjecture the chances of survival.
Item: He was encased in a Denby Bros. spacesuit, Mark III, open space
usage, meant for no gravity use. Therefore it had no legs as such, the
lower half being a rigid cylinder allowing considerable movement
within and having a swivel mounted rocket motor at its base controlled
by toe pedals inside.

The upper half, semiflexible with jointed arms ending in gloves from
which by contorting the shoulders the hands could be withdrawn into
the sleeves when not in use.
A metal and tinted plastic helmet with earphones, mike and chin switch.
An oxy air-conditioning and reprocessing unit with its spare pure
oxygen tank; on this he could possibly depend for twelve hours given
no undue exertion and with the most rigid economy all the time.
The power pack for suit