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don't expect any support from Terra. If you run into tough luck on the planet
of the Whistlers, you'll be strictly on your own. Terra wants to establish a
base for our Spacefleet on their planet and one of these days the Terranian
spaceships will visit them but I doubt that this will be at the same time that
you need help to get out of trouble." Mullon was rather glad to hear
Blailey's words 2 weeks earlier. It had bothered him that Capt. Blailey waited
in his Gazelle in the background and expected to extricate the colonists if
they got themselves into a mess. The mission against the Whistlers was their
own business and they wanted nobody to intervene, regardless of how well
meaning they were. Confound it! Mullon realized that this was a rather
puerile attitude but he felt that everybody-including Chellish-shared his mood
and therefore had no qualms. He was quite satisfied with Blailey's
admonishments and his announcement that the Gazelle had no intention of
interfering with their trip to Peep. At worst it would imperil the lives of 10
or 15 men; this was all who were going to participate in the venture and they
would take their own chances in the game. He was startled from his thoughts
when he saw Chellish and O'Bannon emerge from the shadow of the auxiliary
ship. As they approached the helicopter with quick steps, O'Bannon called from
afar: "Got anything to whet our whistle, Horace? We're thirsty!" "Oh yeah?"
Mullon replied good-humouredly. "I bet you didn't even lift a finger." He
looked at Chellish after they had joined him and noticed that he appeared to
be pleased although he could barely see his face, so smeared by dirty oil it
was. "Is the ship alright?" he asked O'Bannon. "It's fine," Chellish
confirmed. "We can get aboard and take off." Mullon raised his hand and
warned: "Not yet; first we've got to get those makeshift bombs
ready." Chellish laughed. "I've got all the confidence in the world in Wolley
and his men. They've made very good progress during these last
days." .... Wolley cursed profusely. "We're lucky that we don't have any
newspapers on Grautier. People would laugh if somebody tried to tell them this
is supposed to be a rocket with an atomic warhead." Chellish and Mullon were
amused by his angry outburst. "I'm a first-class mechanic; at least that's
what people always told me on Earth," Wolley claimed. "But this blasted thing
here... I'd just as soon have nothing to do with it." The thing had indeed
not the slightest resemblance to the rocket which it was supposed to be.
Instead of looking like a sleek, torpedo-shaped missile, it resembled a
garbage can more than anything else. There were no stubwings or stabilizing
fins. The container holding the bomb on top of the contraption looked like a
bucket somebody had thrown away. The other end was open and inside a
battery-driven electric motor could be seen and a gadget similar to a
ventilator. "What matters is that the gyroscope functions properly." Chellish
patted Wolley on the shoulder, trying to calm him a little. "You don't have to
worry much about the rest. This thing is going to be used only in empty space
where you can forget all about aerodynamic contours. "Oh, shucks!" Wolley
muttered scratching his head. The next man Chellish and Mullon went to see
after coming back from the wreck of the Adventurous was Dr. Ashbury, a
physician who now had become a chemist by force of circumstances. Ashbury was
entrusted with the task of making enough oxyhydrogen gas to propel Wolley's
garbage can rocket with reasonable speed. To produce oxyhydrogen gas was not
too difficult. Ashbury broke down water into its chemical components and
filled separate containers with the oxygen and hydrogen. It would be far