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to be evergreen forest south of that. We plan to land somewhere in the
northern hemisphere, about the grassland-forest line. And since Tareesh is richer in water
that Doorsha, you mustn't think of grassland in terms of our wire-grass plains, or forests
in terms of our brush thickets. The vegetation should be much more luxuriant."
"If there's such a large polar ice-cap, the summers ought to be fairly cool, and the winters
cold," Varnis reasoned. "I'd think that would mean fur-bearing animals. Colonel, you'll
have to shoot me something with a nice soft fur; I like furs."
Kalvar Dard chuckled. "Shoot you nothing, you can shoot your own furs. I've seen your
carbine and pistol scores," he began.
* * * * *
There was a sudden suck of air, disturbing the papers on the desk. They all turned to see
one of the ship's rocket-boat bays open; a young Air Force lieutenant named Seldar Glav,
who would be staying on Tareesh with them to pilot their aircraft, emerged from an open
airlock.
"Don't tell me you've been to Tareesh and back in that thing," Olva greeted him.
Seldar Glav grinned at her. "I could have been, at that; we're only twenty or thirty
planetary calibers away, now. We ought to be entering Tareeshan atmosphere by the
middle of the next watch. I was only checking the boats, to make sure they'll be ready to
launch.... Colonel Kalvar, would you mind stepping over here? There's something I think
you should look at, sir."
Kalvar Dard took one arm from around Analea's waist and lifted the other from Varnis'
shoulder, sliding off the desk. He followed Glav into the boat-bay; as they went through
the airlock, the cheerfulness left the young lieutenant's face.
"I didn't want to say anything in front of the girls, sir," he began, "but I've been checking
boats to make sure we can make a quick getaway. Our meteor-security's gone out. The
detectors are deader then the Fourth Dynasty, and the blasters won't synchronize.... Did
you hear a big thump, about a half an hour ago, Colonel?"
"Yes, I thought the ship's labor-crew was shifting heavy equipment in the hold aft of us.
What was it, a meteor-hit?"

"It was. Just aft of Number Ten bulkhead. A meteor about the size of the nose of that
rocket-boat."
Kalvar Dard whistled softly. "Great Gods of Power! The detectors must be dead, to pass
up anything like that.... Why wasn't a boat-stations call sent out?"
"Captain Vlazil was unwilling to risk starting a panic, sir," the Air Force officer replied.
"Really, I'm exceeding my orders in mentioning it to you, but I thought you should
know...."
Kalvar Dard swore. "It's a blasted pity Captain Vlazil didn't try thinking! Gold-braided
quarter-wit! Maybe his crew might panic, but my people wouldn't.... I'm going to call the
control-room and have it out with him. By the Ten Gods...!"
* * * * *
He ran through the airlock and back into the hold, starting toward the intercom-phone
beside the desk. Before he could reach it, there was another heavy jar, rocking the entire
ship. He, and Seldar Glav, who had followed him out of the boat-bay, and the six girls,
who had risen on hearing their commander's angry voice, were all tumbled into a heap.
Dard surged to his feet, dragging Kyna up along with him; together, they helped the
others to rise. The ship was suddenly filled with jangling bells, and the red danger-lights
on the ceiling were flashing on and off.
"Attention! Attention!" the voice of some officer in the control-room blared out of the
intercom-speaker. "The ship has just been hit by a large meteor! All compartments
between bulkheads Twelve and Thirteen are sealed off. All persons between bulkheads
Twelve and Thirteen, put on oxygen helmets and plug in at the nearest phone connection.
Your air is leaking, and you can't get out, but if you put on oxygen equipment
immediately, you'll be all right. We'll get you out as soon as we can, and in any case, we
are only a few hours out of Tareeshan atmosphere. All persons in Compartment Twelve,
put on...."
Kalvar Dard was swearing evilly. "That does it! That does it for good!... Anybody else in
this compartment, below the living quarter level?"
"No, we're the only ones," Analea told him.
"The people above have their own boats; they can look after themselves. You girls, get in
that boat, in there. Glav, you and I'll try to warn the people above...."
There was another jar, heavier than the one which had preceded it, throwing them all
down again. As they rose, a new voice was shouting over the public-address system:
"Abandon ship! Abandon ship! The converters are backfiring, and rocket-fuel is leaking
back toward the