"Robert A. Heinlein - Rocket Ship Galileo" - читать интересную книгу автора (Heinlein Robert A)

stillness, тАЮI didnтАЩt do it. I was only trying to- тАЮ
тАЮI didnтАЩt say you did,тАЬ Ross cut him short. тАЮI know you didnтАЩt do it. I had
already made my last adjustment. She was on her own and she couldnтАЩt take
it. Forget it. But keep your head down after this-you darn near lost it. ThatтАЩs
what the barricade is for.тАЬ

тАЮBut I wasnтАЩt going to stick my head up. I was just going to try-
тАЮ
тАЮBoth of you forget it,тАЬ Art butted in. тАЮSo we blew up another one. So what?
WeтАЩll build another one. Whatever happened, I got it right here in the can.тАЬ
He patted his camera. тАЮLetтАЩs take a look at the wreck.тАЬ He started to head
around the end of the barricade.
тАЮWait a minute,тАЬ Ross commanded. He took a careful look through his
periscope, then announced: тАЮSeems okay. Both fuel chambers are split.
There canтАЩt be any real danger now. DonтАЩt burn yourselves. Come on.тАЬ
They followed him around to the test stand.
The rocket itself was a complete wreck but the test stand was undamaged; it
was built to take such punishment. Art turned his attention to the
dynamometer which measured the thrust generated by the rocket. тАЮIтАЩll have
to recalibrate this,тАЬ he announced. тАЮThe loop isnтАЩt hurt, but the dial and the
rackand-pinion are shot.тАЬ
The other two boys did not answer him; they were busy with the rocket itself.
The combustion chamber was split wide open and it was evident that pieces
were missing.
тАЮHow about it, Ross?тАЬ Morrie inquired. тАЮDo you figure it was the metering
pump going haywire, or was the soup just too hot for it?тАЬ
тАЮHard to tell,тАЬ Ross mused absently. тАЮI donтАЩt think it was the pump. The pump
might jam and refuse to deliver fuel at all, but I donтАЩt see how it could deliver
too much fuel unless it reared back and passed a miracle.тАЬ
тАЮThen it must have been the combustion chamber. The throat is all right. It
isnтАЩt even pitted much,тАЬ he added as he peered at it in the gathering twilight.
тАЮMaybe. Well, letтАЩs throw a tarp over it and look it over tomorrow morning.
CanтАЩt see anything now. Come on, Art.тАЬ
тАЮOkay. Just a sec while I get my camera.тАЬ He detached his camera from its
bracket and placed it in its carrying case, then helped the other two drag
canvas tarpaulins over all the test gear-one for the test stand, one for the
barricade with its controls, instruments, and periscopes. Then the three
turned away and headed out of the clearing.
The clearing was surrounded by a barbed wire fence, placed there at the
insistence of RossтАЩs parents, to whom the land belonged, in order to keep
creatures, both four-legged and two-legged, from wandering into the line of
fire while the boys were experimenting. The gate in this fence was directly
behind the barricade and about fifty feet from it.
They had had no occasion to glance in the direction of the gate since the
beginning of the test run-indeed, their attentions had been so heavily on the
rocket that anything less than an earthquake would hardly have disturbed
them.
Ross and Morrie were a little in front with Art close at their heels, so close
that, when they stopped suddenly, he stumbled over them and almost
dropped his camera. тАЮHey, watch where youтАЩre going, canтАЩt you ?тАЬ he