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long-distance ship, wouldn't you?" If Fij-Gul was embarrassed he didn't show
a sign of it. "I don't deny," he said, "that I'm very anxious to obtain such a
command. But regardless of this, I've good reasons to think that my judgment
is objective. According to all the facts we know about the aliens, they're in
no position to attack a heavily-armed and fully-manned spaceship of His
Excellency's Airfleet, let alone destroy it." "According to all we know,"
Wee-Nii repeated thoughtfully, mocking Fij-Gul a little at the same time. "If
I knew for sure you were right I'd have no objections to giving you a ship and
letting you fly to Weelie-Wee. The trouble is that I don't have the
facts." .... "Of course it's a donkish name," Chellish admitted, "but it's
logical to call the Whistlers' home Peep. Right?" He crawled out from under
the switchbox and wiped the oil, which had dripped on him while he worked
underneath, from his face with his hand. "I don't really care what you call
it," O'Bannon muttered. "I only thought it would look funny if they ever list
the name Peep in a star catalogue." From beneath the switchbox Chellish said,
"I'm almost done." "Done?" O'Bannon asked incredulously. "Do you mean to say
this crate is ready to fly again?" "It'll be as good as new," Chellish
assured him. "We'll be able to fly to Peep and whop the Whistlers on the
head." "You're a rascal," O'Bannon said admiringly. "Not I," Chellish
retorted. "But the Whistlers are real donks." "Why?" "They just took some
hammers and started banging away," Chellish replied emerging once more. "They
had no idea which the essential components of the machinery are. They must be
totally ignorant of this type of propulsion. They knocked a few holes and made
some dents but caused no serious damage. That's why I was able to fix it so
quickly." "Hm!" O'Bannon grunted. .... Mullon had parked the helicopter in
the big cargo-hatch of the Adventurous. The hatch-door was one of the few
parts of the wreck which still functioned after the explosion of the atom bomb
had rocked the ship again. There was no dangerous radiation inside the wreck.
Mullon and Chellish had checked over the vessel with a radiation counter
before they undertook the task of repairing the auxiliary ship of the
Adventurous. They had found that it was not necessary to wear anti-radiation
suits to protect them Already after the first cursory inspection Chellish had
claimed that the damage caused by the Whistlers was minor and could be
remedied in less than 10 days. Now it was the 8th day and Chellish had
promised to finish the job today. Inside the cavernous hatch there was little
light because the outer door had to be kept closed due to the radioactive dust
whirled around by the wind outside. Chellish had hung up a portable lamp near
the entrance in order to facilitate the manoeuvre of the helicopter. The shine
of the lamp was barely enough to recognize the spherical hull of the auxiliary
ship berthed in the rear of the hatch on sliding rails. All Mullon could see
from the helicopter was a huge dark shadow which looked very eerie. As Mullon
waited for Chellish's and O'Bannon's return his mind dwelled once again on the
opinion stated by Capt. Blailey who was standing by in a long-distance
reconnaissance ship of the Gazelle type up in the mountains with orders from
the Terranian Spacefleet to watch over the colonists and to save their necks
if they were threatened by a crippling disaster. "I consider your plan very
reckless," Blailey had declared, mincing no words. "On the other hand, your
entire existence is in jeopardy and in such a case it is quite understandable
why you think up schemes that would give you goose-pimples under normal
conditions. Nevertheless, you might get away with it if you're clever, but