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engine-rooms! An explosion is imminent! Abandon ship, all hands!"
Kalvar Dard and Seldar Glav grabbed the girls and literally threw them through the hatch,

into the rocket-boat. Dard pushed Glav in ahead of him, then jumped in. Before he had
picked himself up, two or three of the girls were at the hatch, dogging the cover down.
"All right, Glav, blast off!" Dard ordered. "We've got to be at least a hundred miles from
this ship when she blows, or we'll blow with her!"
"Don't I know!" Seldar Glav retorted over his shoulder, racing for the controls. "Grab
hold of something, everybody; I'm going to fire all jets at once!"
An instant later, while Kalvar Dard and the girls clung to stanchions and pieces of fixed
furniture, the boat shot forward out of its housing. When Dard's head had cleared, it was
in free flight.
"How was that?" Glav yelled. "Everybody all right?" He hesitated for a moment. "I think
I blacked out for about ten seconds."
Kalvar Dard looked the girls over. Eldra was using a corner of her smock to stanch a
nosebleed, and Olva had a bruise over one eye. Otherwise, everybody was in good shape.
"Wonder we didn't all black out, permanently," he said. "Well, put on the visiscreens, and
let's see what's going on outside. Olva, get on the radio and try to see if anybody else got
away."
"Set course for Tareesh?" Glav asked. "We haven't fuel enough to make it back to
Doorsha."
"I was afraid of that," Dard nodded. "Tareesh it is; northern hemisphere, daylight side.
Try to get about the edge of the temperate zone, as near water as you can...."

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They were flung off their feet again, this time backward along the boat. As they picked
themselves up, Seldar Glav was shaking his head, sadly. "That was the ship going up," he
said; "the blast must have caught us dead astern."
"All right." Kalvar Dard rubbed a bruised forehead. "Set course for Tareesh, then cut out
the jets till we're ready to land. And get the screens on, somebody; I want to see what's
happened."
The screens glowed; then full vision came on. The planet on which they would land
loomed huge before them, its north pole toward them, and its single satellite on the port
side. There was no sign of any rocket-boat in either side screen, and the rear-view screen
was a blur of yellow flame from the jets.
"Cut the jets, Glav," Dard repeated. "Didn't you hear me?"
"But I did, sir!" Seldar Glav indicated the firing-panel. Then he glanced at the rear-view

screen. "The gods help us! It's yellow flame; the jets are burning out!"
Kalvar Dard had not boasted idly when he had said that his people would not panic. All
the girls went white, and one or two gave low cries of consternation, but that was all.
"What happens next?" Analea wanted to know. "Do we blow, too?"
"Yes, as soon as the fuel-line burns up to the tanks."
"Can you land on Tareesh before then?" Dard asked.
"I can try. How about the satellite? It's closer."
"It's also airless. Look at it and see for yourself," Kalvar Dard advised. "Not enough mass
to hold an atmosphere."
Glav looked at the army officer with new respect. He had always been inclined to think
of the Frontier Guards as a gang of scientifically illiterate dirk-and-pistol bravos. He
fiddled for a while with instruments on the panel; an automatic computer figured the
distance to the planet, the boat's velocity, and the time needed for a landing.
"We have a chance, sir," he said. "I think I can set down in about thirty minutes; that
should give us about ten minutes to get clear of the boat, before she blows up."
"All right; get busy, girls," Kalvar Dard said. "Grab everything we'll need. Arms and
ammunition first; all of them you can find. After that, warm clothing, bedding, tools and
food."
With that, he jerked open one of the lockers and began pulling out weapons. He buckled
on a pistol and dagger, and handed other weapon-belts to the girls behind him. He found
two of the heavy big-game rifles, and several bandoliers of ammunition for them. He
tossed out carbines, and boxes of carbine and pistol cartridges. He found two bomb-bags,
each containing six light anti-personnel grenades and a big demolition-bomb. Glancing,
now and then, at the forward screen, he caught glimpses of blue sky and green-tinted
plains below.
"All right!" the pilot yelled. "We're coming in for a landing! A couple of you stand by to
get the hatch open."
There was a jolt, and all sense of movement stopped. A cloud of white smoke drifted past
the screens. The girls got the hatch open; snatching