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their helmets. Conversation was possible now only via throat mike.



"One thousand feet, sir," came DerringhouseтАЩs announcement"Watch out! Brakes!" came FreytтАЩs echo
at once.A new jolt coursed through the Greyhound.



"Six hundred feet!" came DeringhouseтАЩs voice over the space helmet intercom. "Ground irregularities
not exceeding three feet."The seconds moved at snailтАЩs pace. Derringhouse began to count. "TWO
hundred feet тАж one eighty feet тАж one fifty feet тАж one twenty feetтАж"



"Check for ground irregularities!" called Freyt.



"None over two feet, sir," answered Derringhouse, and continued counting. "Sixty тАж thirty тАж" One
minute later he yelled triumphantly, "The landing supports are touching ground! WeтАЩve made it! Support
B and C at the same level, support A at minus two feet."ThatтАЩs nothing. No need to-"And then it came, a
hard jolt that shook the rocket.
 "A is sinking! Correction, sir!" shouted Derringhouse.



Freyt slammed down on the regulator button. Another jolt, while the B and C landing supports were
trying to adjust for the difference. And still one more concussion.



"A keeps sinking!" yelled the lieutenant тАШWe are тАж The ground is giving wayтАжa big crack!"Dark
crevices now became visible on the ground, giving way under the weight of the rocket. The cracks kept
widening as the Greyhound sank in deeper and deeper.



"Look out!" barked Freyt. "Full Speed ahead now!"



Derringhouse jerked back into his seat. Freyt grabbed the lever and pulled it back. The Greyhound
began to lean over at a steep angle, reacting to the thrust of the jets.



Derringhouse stared wide eyed at the screen. "Stop it!" he screamed.