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"It fell, out there last night, we saw it, a sputnik without a doubt?"
 "A traveler?" Joze Kukovic wrinkled his forehead, not quite sure that he heard right. When the locals
were excited it was hard to follow their dialect. For such a small country Yugoslavia was cursed with a
multitude of tongues.
"No, it was not a putnik, but a sputnik, one of the Russian spaceships."
"Or an American one." Pribislav spoke for the first time, but he was ignored.
Joze smiled and sipped his coffee. "Are you sure it wasn't a meteorite you saw? There is always a
heavy meteor shower this time of the year."
"A sputnik." Dragomir insisted stolidly. "The ship fell far out in the Jadransko Mor and vanished, we
saw that. But the space pilot came down almost on top of us, into the water ..."
"The WHAT?" Joze gasped, jumping to his feet and knocking the coffee tray to the floor. The brass
tray clanged and rattled in circles unnoticed. "There was a man in this thingтАФand he got clear?"
Both fishermen nodded at the same time and Dragomir continued. "We saw this light fall from the
sputnik when it went overhead and drop into the water. He couldn't see what it was, just a light, and we
rowed there as fast as we could. It was still sinking and we dropped a net and managed to catch him ..."
"You have the pilot?"
"No, but once we pulled him close enough to the surface to see he was in a heavy suit, with a
window like a diving suit, and there was something on the back that might have been like your tanks
there."
"He waved his hand," Pribislav insisted.
"He might have waved a hand, we could not be sure. We came back for help."
The silence lengthened and Joze realized that he was the help that they needed, and that they had
turned the responsibility over to him. What should he do first? The astronaut might have his own oxygen
tanks, Joze had no real idea what provisions were made for water landings, but if there were oxygen the
man might still be alive.
Joze paced the floor while he thought, a short, square figure in khaki shorts and sandals. He was not
handsome, his nose was too big and his teeth were too obvious for that, but he generated a certainty of
power. He stopped and pointed to Pribislav.
"We're going to have to get him out. You can find the spot again?"
"A buoy."
"Good. And we may need a doctor. You have none here, but is there one in Osor?"
"Dr. Bratos, but he is very old ..."
"As long as he is still alive, we'll have to get him. Can anyone in this town drive an automobile?"
The fishermen looked towards the roof and concentrated, while Joze controlled his impatience.
"Yes, I think so," Dragomir finally said. "Petar was a partisan."
"That's right," the other fisherman finished the thought. "He has told many times how they stole
German trucks and how he drove ..."
"Well, then one of you get this Petar and give him the keys to my car, it's a German car so he should
be able to manage. Tell him to bring the doctor back at once."
Dragomir took the keys, but handed them to Pribislav who ran out.
"Now let's see if we can get the man up.тАЭ Joze said, grabbing his scuba gear and leading the way
towards the boat.
They rowed, side by side though Dragomir's powerful stroke did most of the work.
"How deep is the water out here?" Joze asked. He was already dripping with sweat as the sun
burned on him.
"The Kvarneric is deeper up by Rab, but we were fishing off Trsten-ilc and the bottom is only about
four fathoms there. We're coming to the buoy."
"Seven meters, it shouldn't be too hard to find him." Joze kneeled in the bottom of the boat and
slipped into the straps of the scuba. He buckled it tight, checked the valves, then turned to the fisherman
before he bit into the mouthpiece. "Keep the boat near this buoy and I'll use it for a guide while I search.