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

protested. тАЮPick up your big feet!тАЬ
They did not answer but stood still, staring ahead and at the ground. тАЮWhat
gives?,тАЬ he went on. тАЮWhy the trance? Why do-oh!тАЬ He had seen it too.
тАЮItтАЬ was the body of a large man, crumpled on the ground, half in and half out
the gate. There was a bloody wound on his head and blood on the ground.
They all rushed forward together, but it was Morrie who shoved them back
and kept them from touching the prone figure. тАЮTake it easy!,тАЬ he ordered.
тАЮDonтАЩt touch him. Remember your first aid. ThatтАЩs a head wound. If you touch
him, you may kill him.тАЬ
тАЮBut weтАЩve got to find out if heтАЩs alive,тАЬ Ross objected.
тАЮIтАЩll find out. Here-give me those.тАЬ He reached out and appropriated the data
sheets of the rocket test run from where they stuck out of RossтАЩs pocket.
These he rolled into a tube about an inch in diameter, then cautiously placed
it against the back of the still figure, on the left side over the heart. Placing his
ear to the other end of the improvised stethoscope he listened. Ross and Art
waited breathlessly. Presently his tense face relaxed into a grin. тАЮHis motor is
turning over,тАЬ he announced. тАЮGood and strong. At least we didnтАЩt kill him.тАЬ
тАЮWe?тАЬ
тАЮWho do you think? How do you think he got this way? Take a look around
and youтАЩll probably find the piece of the rocket that konked him.тАЬ He
straightened up. тАЮBut never mind that now. Ross, you shag up to your house
and call an ambulance. Make it fast! Art and I will wait here with . . . with, uh,
him. He may come to and weтАЩll have to keep him quiet.тАЬ
тАЮOkay.тАЬ Ross was gone as he spoke. Art was staring at the unconscious
man. Morrie touched him on the arm. тАЮSit down, kid. No use getting in a
sweat. WeтАЩll have trouble enough later. Even if this guy isnтАЩt hurt much I
suppose you realize this about winds up the activities the Galileo Marching-
and-Chowder Society, at least the rocketry-and-loud-noises branch of it.тАЬ
Art looked unhappy. тАЮI suppose so.тАЬ
тАЮтАЪSupposeтАЩ nothing. ItтАЩs certain. RossтАЩs father took a very dim view of the
matter the time we blew all the windows out of his basementтАФnot that I
blame him. Now we hand him this. Loss of the use of the land is the least we
can expect. WeтАЩll be lucky not to have handed him a suit for damages too. Art
agreed miserably. тАЮI guess itтАЩs back to stamp collecting for us,тАЬ he assented,
but his mind was elsewhere. Law suit. The use of the land did not matter. To
be sure the use of the Old Ross Place on the edge of town had been swell
for all three of them, what with him and his mother living in back of the store,
and MorrieтАЩs folks living in a flat, but-law suit! Maybe RossтАЩs parents could
afford it; but the little store just about kept Art and his mother going, even with
the afterschool jobs he had had ever since junior highтАФa law suit would take
the store away from them.
His first feeling of frightened sympathy for the wounded man was beginning
to be replaced by a feeling of injustice done him. What was the guy doing
there anyhow? It wasnтАЩt just.
тАЮLet me have a look at this guy,тАЬ he said.
тАЮDonтАЩt touch him,тАЬ Morrie warned.
тАЮI wonтАЩt. Got your pocket flash?тАЬ It was becoming quite dark in the clearing.
тАЮSure. Here . . . catch.тАЬ Art took the little flashlight and tried to examine the
face of their victim-hard to do, as he was almost face down and the side of
his face that was visible was smeared with blood.