Space Tug

Space Tug

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Title: Space Tug
Author: Murray Leinster
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30 MINUTES TO LIVE!
Joe Kenmore heard the airlock close with a sickening wheeze and then a clank. In
desperation he turned toward Haney. "My God, we've been locked out!"
Through the transparent domes of their space helmets, Joe could see a look of horror and
disbelief pass across Haney's face. But it was true! Joe and his crew were locked out of
the Space Platform.
Four thousand miles below circled the Earth. Under Joe's feet rested the solid steel hull of
his home in outer space. But without tools there was no hope of getting back inside. Joe
looked at his oxygen meter. It registered thirty minutes to live.
Space Tug by Murray Leinster is an independent sequel to the author's popular Space
Platform, which is also available in a POCKET BOOK edition. Both books were
published originally by Shasta Publishers.

Of other books by Murray Leinster, the following are science-fiction:
[A]SPACE PLATFORM
SIDEWISE IN TIME
MURDER MADNESS
THE LAST SPACE SHIP
THE LAWS OF CHANCE (anthology)
GREAT STORIES OF SCIENCE FICTION (editor)
[A] Published in a POCKET BOOK edition.
Murray Leinster
SPACE TUG
Pocket Books, Inc. New York, N. Y.
This Pocket Book includes every word contained in the original, higher-priced edition. It
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SPACE TUG
Shasta edition published November, 1953
POCKET BOOK edition published January, 1955 1st printing November, 1954
All rights reserved. This book, or any part thereof, may not be reproduced in any manner
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Blackstone Avenue, Chicago 37, Illinois.
Copyright, 1953, by Will F. Jenkins. This POCKET BOOK edition is published by
arrangement with Shasta Publishers. Library of Congress Catalog Card Number:
53-7292. Printed in the U. S. A.
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To Joan Patricia Jenkins

1
To the world at large, of course, it was just another day. A different sort entirely at
different places on the great, round, rolling Earth, but nothing out of the ordinary. It was
Tuesday on one side of the Date Line and Monday on the other. It was so-and-so's
wedding anniversary and so-and-so's birthday and another so-and-so would get out of jail
today. It was warm, it was cool, it was fair, it was cloudy. One looked forward to the
future with confidence, with hope, with uneasiness or with terror according to one's
temperament and one's geographical location and past history. To most of the human race
this was nothing whatever but just another day.
But to Joe Kenmore it was a most particular day indeed. Here, it was the gray hour just
before sunrise and already there were hints of reddish colorings in the sky. It was chilly,
and somehow the world seemed still and breathless. To Joe, the feeling of tensity marked
this morning off from all the other mornings of his experience.
He got up and began to dress, in Major Holt's quarters back of that giant steel half-globe
called the Shed, near the town of Bootstrap. He felt queer because he felt so much as
usual. By all the rules, he should have experienced a splendid, noble resolution and a
fiery exaltation, and perhaps even an admirable sensation of humility and unworthiness to
accomplish what was expected of him today. And, deep enough inside, he felt suitable
emotion. But it happened that he couldn't take time to feel things adequately today.
He was much more aware that he wanted some coffee rather badly, and that he hoped
everything would go all right. He looked out of the windows at empty, dreary desert
under