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If you are not located in the United States, you -will have to check the laws of the country where you are located before -using this eBook. - -Title: Half Around Pluto - -Author: Manly Wade Wellman - -Release Date: October 30, 2019 [eBook #60595] -[Most recently updated: March 29, 2021] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: UTF-8 - -Produced by: Greg Weeks, Mary Meehan and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team - -*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK HALF AROUND PLUTO *** - - - - - HALF AROUND PLUTO - - BY MANLY WADE WELLMAN - - _Pluto was a coffin world, airless, - utterly cold. And they had ten days to - reach Base Camp, ten thousand miles away._ - - [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from - Worlds of If Science Fiction, December 1958. - Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that - the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] - - -Their glassite space helmets fogged, and their metal glove joints -stiffened in the incredible surface cold: but the two men who could -work finished their job. In the black sky glistened the little arclight -of the sun, a sixteen-hundredth of the blaze that fell on Earth. Around -them sulked Pluto's crags and gullies, sheathed with the hard-frozen -pallor that had been Pluto's atmosphere, eons ago. - -From the wrecked cylinder of the scout rocket they had dragged two -interior girders, ready-curved at the ends. These, clamped side by side -with transverse brackets and decked with bulkhead metal, managed to -look like a sled. - -At the rear they set a salvaged engine unit. For steering, they rigged -a boom shaft to warp the runners right or left. For cargo, they piled -the sled with full containers, ration boxes, the foil tent, what -instruments they could detach and carry, armfuls of heat-tools, a -crowbar, a hatchet, a few other items. - -Moving back from the finished work, one of them stumbled against the -other. Instantly the two puffy, soot-black shapes were crouched, gloved -fists up, fierce in the system's duskiest corner. - -Then the moment passed. Warily, helmets turned toward each other, they -went back in the half-stripped wreck. - -In the still airtight control room, lighted by one bulb, their officer -stirred on his bedstrip. His tunic had been pulled off, his broken left -arm and collarbone set and splinted. Under a fillet of bandage, his -gaunt young face looked pale, but he had his wits back. - -"The appropriate question," he said, "is 'What happened?'" - -The two men were removing their helmets. "Conked and crashed, sir," -said Jenks, the smaller one, uncovering a sallow, hollow-cheeked face. - -Lieutenant Wofforth sat up, supporting himself on his sound arm. "How -long have I been out?" - -"Maybe forty hours, sir. Delirious. Corbett and me did the best we -could. Take it easy, sir," he said as Wofforth began to get up. "Lie -back. We've done what Emergency Plan Six says--bolted a sled together -and coupled on a sound engine unit for power." - -"Quite a haul back to base," said Wofforth, almost cheerfully. His -eyes were bright, as though he savored the idea. "About halfway around -Pluto. We'd better start now, or they'll get tired of waiting." - -"They've gone, sir," Corbett growled before Jenks could gesture him to -silence. He was beefy, slit-eyed. "We saw the jets going sunward this -morning." - -Wofforth winced. "Gone," he said. "That's right. I didn't stop to -think. You said forty hours.... They couldn't wait that long. We're -past opposition already, getting farther away all the time. They had to -go, or they wouldn't have made it." - -He stood up uncertainly and reached for his ripped tunic. Corbett -stepped over and helped him slide his uninjured arm into the right -sleeve, then to fasten and drape the tunic over his splinted left arm -and shoulder. - -"We'll just have to get back to Base Camp and wait," said Wofforth -grimly. - -"Sir," said Jenks, "our radio is gone. I tried to patch it up, but it -was gone. When they didn't get a signal, they must have thought--" - -"Nonsense!" Wofforth broke in. "They'll have left us supplies. They -couldn't wait, signal or none. Our job is to get back, and stick it out -there until they come for us." - -He sat at the control and began to write in the log book. Corbett and -Jenks drifted together at the other end of the room. - -"You meat-head," snarled Jenks under his breath. "You knew he took the -berth to Pluto because the first mate was a lady--Lya Stromminger." - -"He had to know they were gone," protested Corbett, equally fierce. - -"Not flat like you gave it. He came here to be with her. Now she's -jetted away without him. How does a man feel when a woman's done that--" - -"Stop blathering, you two, and help me into my suit," called Wofforth, -rising again. "We're going to rev up that sled engine and get out of -here!" - - * * * * * - -Outside, the sled lay ready under the frigid sky. Wofforth tramped -around it, leaned over and poked the load. - -"Too much," said his voice in their radios. "Keep the synthesizer, the -tent, these two ration boxes. Wait, keep the crowbar and the hatchet. -Dump the rest." - -"We travel that light, sir?" said Jenks doubtfully. - -"I've been figuring," said Wofforth. "We're on the far side of Pluto -from Base Camp. That makes ten thousand miles, more or less. Pluto's -day is nineteen hours and a minute or so, Earth time. We can travel -only by what they humorously call daylight. And we'd better get there -in ten days--a thousand miles every nine and a half hours--or maybe we -won't get there at all." - -"How's that, sir?" asked Corbett. - -"The heaters in these suits," Wofforth reminded him. "Two hundred and -forty hours of efficiency, and that's all. Well, it's noon. Let's take -off." - -His voice shook. He was still weak. Jenks helped him sit on the two -lashed ration boxes, and slung a mooring strap across his knees. Then -Jenks took the steering boom, and Corbett bent to start the engine. - -When the arclight sun set in the west, they had traveled more than four -hours over country not too rugged to slow them much. Darkness closed -in fast while Jenks and Corbett pitched the pyramidal tent of metal -foil and clamped it down solidly. They spread and zipped in the ground -fabric, set up lights and heater inside, and began to pipe in thawed -gases from the drifts outside. - -After their scanty meal, Corbett and Jenks sought their bedstrips, -on opposite sides of the tent. Wofforth tended the atomic heater for -minutes, until the sound of deep breathing told him that his companions -were asleep. - -Then he put on his spacesuit, clumsy with his single hand to close -seams. He picked up sextant and telescope, and slipped out into the -Plutonian night. - -It was as utterly black as the bottom of a pond of ink. But above -Wofforth shone the faithful stars, in the constellations mapped by the -first star-gazers of long ago. He made observations, checked for time -and position. He chuckled inside his helmet, as though congratulating -himself. Back in the tent, he opened the log book and wrote: - - _First day: Course due west. Run 410 mi. To go 9590 mi. approx. - Supplies adeq. Spirits good._ - -Wriggling out of his space gear, he lay down, asleep almost before his -weary limbs relaxed. - - * * * * * - -Everyone was awake before dawn. They made coffee on the heater, and -broke out protein biscuits for breakfast. - -As the tiny sun winked into view over the horizon, they loaded the -sled. Corbett slouched toward the idling engine at the tail of the sled. - -"No, get on amidships," said Wofforth. "I'll take over engine." - -"My job--" began Corbett. - -"You're relieved. Strap yourself on the ration boxes. That's right. -Jenks, steer again. Make for the level ahead." - -With his right hand Wofforth ran a length of pliable cable around his -waist and through a ring-bolt on the decking. He touched the engine -controls, and they pulled away from camp. - -The sled coursed over great knoll-like swellings of the terrain, coated -with the dull-pale frozen atmosphere. Beyond, it gained speed on a vast -flat plain, almost as smooth as a desert of glass. - -"What's this big rink. Lieutenant?" asked Jenks. - -"Maybe a sea, or maybe just a sunken area, full of solid gases. Stand -by the helm, I'm going to gun a few more M. P. H. out of her." - -"No wind," grunted Corbett. "Nothing moving except us. The floor of -hell." - -"If you was in hell, the rest of us would be better off," said Jenks -sourly. - -Wofforth began to sing, though he did not feel like it: - - _Trim your nails and scrape your face, - They're all on the Other Side of space! - Tokyo--Baltimore, Maryland-- - Hong Kong--Paris--Samarkand-- - Tokyo--London--Troy--Fort Worth-- - The happy towns of the Planet Earth...._ - -At camp that night he wrote in the log book: - - _Second Day: Course due west. Run 1014 mi. To go 8576 mi. approx. - Supplies adeq. Spirits fair...._ - - -"What's for supper?" bawled Corbett, entering. "I could eat a horse." - -"That'd be cannibalism," said Jenks at once. - -"Yah, you splinter! Don't eat any lizards, then." - -_Spirits good_, Wofforth corrected his entry, and closed the log book. -He thought of Lya Stromminger. She was a most efficient officer. Her -hair was black as night on Pluto, and her eyes as bright as the faraway -sun. - - * * * * * - -Wofforth wrote in his log book: - - _Fifth day: Course north, west, then southwest. Curving thru - mountainous territory. Run 1066 mi. but direct progress toward base - camp not exceeding 950. To go, 6260 mi. approx. Supplies short. - Spirits fair._ - -He wrote in his log book: - - _Seventh day: Course west, southwest, west, northwest, west. Run - 1108 mi. To go 4090 mi. approx. Supplies low. Spirits fair._ - -He wrote in his log book: - - _Ninth day: Course northwest by west, west. Run 1108 mi. To go 2030 - mi. approx. Supplies low. Spirits low...._ - -"Lieutenant," said Jenks from across the tent, as Wofforth closed the -book. - -"Well?" - -"We know you're in command. This party and all of Pluto. But we ask -permission to state our case." - -"What case is your case?" demanded Wofforth, rising. "I'm doing my best -to get you back to Base Camp." - -"Sure," said Corbett. "Sure. But why Base Camp?" - -"You know why." - -"That's right, we know why," agreed Jenks, and Corbett grinned in his -ten days' tussock of beard. - -"They'll have left supplies for us," Wofforth went on. "Shelter and -food and fuel and instruments. They'll expect us to reach Base Camp and -hold it down for the next attempt to reach Pluto." - -"We know why," repeated Jenks. "And that's not why, lieutenant. Let me -talk, sir. It's a dead man talking." - -"You won't die," snapped Wofforth. "I'll get you both there alive." - -He stepped to where, in one corner, he had managed a bath--a hollow in -the frozen ground, lined by pushing the floor fabric into it. From the -heater he ran tepid, clean water into it. He clipped a mirror to the -tent foil, searched out an automatic razor, and began to shave his own -dark young thatch of beard. - -"You're proving my point, lieutenant," said Jenks. "Policing up your -face to look pretty." - -"Why not?" growled Wofforth, mowing another swath of whiskers. - -"No reason why not. Ten, twenty years from now they'll find your -body--whenever the inner orbits get to where they can boom off another -expedition. You'll look young and clean-shaved. You know who'll weep." - -Wofforth lowered the razor in his good hand and glared at the two. They -grinned in the bright light opposite him. They looked as if they hoped -he'd see the joke. - -"I said it's a dying man that's talking," said Jenks again. "Won't you -let me say my dying say, lieutenant? Let's all die honest." - -"I'm going to get you there," Wofforth insisted. - -"Ah, now," said Corbett, as though persuading a naughty child. "You -think they've left twenty years' worth of supplies to keep us going? -The ship didn't carry that much, even if they left it all." He grinned -mirthlessly. "I can figure what you're figuring, lieutenant," he went -on, with a touch of Jenks' sly manner. "You die, young and brave. -You'll shave up again before you lie down and let go. And when the -next shipload arrives there'll be you, lying like a statue of your -good-looking young self, frozen stiff. Am I right?" - -Corbett was right, Wofforth admitted to himself. The man was more than -a great meaty lump, after all, to see another man's unspoken thought so -clearly. - -"Then," Jenks took it up, "First Mate Lya Stromminger will have a look. -She may command the new expedition. She'll be promoted away up to -Admiral or higher--twenty years of brilliant service--gone gray around -the edges, but still a lovely lady. There you'll lie before her eyes, -young and brave as you was when she deserted you. She'll cry, won't -she? And hot tears can't thaw you out or wake you up--" - -"Shut your heads, both of you!" shouted Wofforth, so fierce and loud -that the foil tent wall vibrated as with a gale in the airless night. - -But they had guessed true. He'd wanted to be found at Base Camp. He'd -wanted Lya Stromminger to know, some day, that she'd blasted off and -left behind the man most worthy of all men on all worlds.... - -"Everybody takes a hot bath tonight," said Wofforth. "We'll all sleep -better for it. Tomorrow's our last day on the trail." - -"To do two thousand miles?" said Jenks. - -"To do all of that. The expedition mapped an area at least that wide -around Base Camp, and it's slick and smooth. We can almost slide in." - -"All slick and smooth but just this side of Base Camp, lieutenant," -said Jenks. - -"How do you mean?" - -"That string of craters. Don't you remember? It's just this side--east -of Base Camp. This sled'll never go over that, sir." - -"Nor around," Corbett put in. "We'd have to detour maybe three thousand -miles. And the heaters in our suits won't last." - -"I know about the craters," said Wofforth. "Well take care of them when -we reach them." - -Stripping, he lowered his body into the makeshift tub and began to -scrub himself one-handed. - - * * * * * - -He wakened in the morning to the sound of furious argument. - -Corbett and Jenks, of course. A trifle--division of the breakfast -ration, or of the breakfast chores--had set off their nerves like -trains of explosive. Even as Wofforth rose from his bedstrip, Corbett -swung a cobble-like fist at Jenks' gaunt, grimacing face. The nimbler, -smaller man ducked and sidled away. Corbett took a lumbering step to -close in on his enemy, and Jenks darted a hand to his belt behind, then -brought it forward again with an electro-automatic pistol. - -"I've been keeping this for you!" Jenks shrilled. "I'll just diminish -the population of Pluto by thirty-three and one-third percent!" - -"Hold it!" bellowed Wofforth. - -He was too late. A stream of bullets chattered through Corbett's body, -folding him over and ripping through the paper-thin wall of the tent. -Air whistled out; the tent began to collapse. - -Jenks, pinned under Corbett's body, was squealing like a pig. -"Lieutenant, help me--!" - -Wofforth saw in an instant that the wall could not be patched in time; -the bullets had torn loose an irregular strip, pressure had done the -rest: even now, the tent was only a few seconds away from complete -collapse. As he stumbled across the floor toward the spacesuits, his -heart was laboring and his chest straining for breath. Spots swam in -front of his eyes. He found the topmost spacesuit by touch, and fumbled -for the helmet. The tent drifted down on his head in soft, murderous -folds. He opened the valve, shoved his face into the helmet, and gulped -precious oxygen. His dulled awareness brightened again, momentarily; -but he knew he was still a dead man unless he could get into the suit -before pressure fell completely. Numbed fingers plucked at the suit -opening. Somehow he got the awkward garment over his legs, closed and -locked the torso, pulled down the helmet.... - -He was lying in darkness, with a low, steady hiss of oxygen in his -ears. He rolled over weakly, got to his feet. He turned on his helmet -light. He was propping up a gray cave of metal foil, that fell in -stiff creases all around him. At his feet were the bodies of Jenks and -Corbett. Both were dead. - -After a while, clumsily, painfully, he dragged the two corpses free of -the tent. He found the heater and thawed a hole in the frozen surface, -big enough for both. He tumbled them in, then undercut the edges of the -hole with the heater, so that chunks fell in and covered them. While -he watched, the cloud of vapor he had made began to settle, slowly -congealing on the broken surface and blurring it over again. In a -year, there would be no mark here to show that the surface had been -disturbed. In a thousand years, it would still be the same. - -In the first ray of dawn he flung all supplies from the sled except the -fuel containers. He checked the engine, and started it. - -Into his belt-bag he thrust the log book. Nothing else went aboard the -sled--no food, no water container, no tools, instruments or oxygen -tanks. The tent he left lying there, with all that had been carried -inside the night before. - -As the sun rose clear of the distant rim of the plain to eastward, he -rigged a line to the steering boom, then lashed himself securely within -reach of the engine. Steering by the taut line, he started westward, -slowly at first, then faster. It was as he had hoped. The lightened -sled attained and held a greater speed than on any previous day. - -"I'll make it," he said aloud, with nobody else to listen on all Pluto. -"I'll make it!" - -Faster he urged the engine's rhythm, and faster. He clocked its speed -by the indicators on the housing. A hundred and fifty miles an hour. A -hundred and sixty; not enough. Whipping the boom line tight around his -waist to hold his course steady, he sighted between the upcurve of the -runner forward. There was level, smooth-frozen country, mile upon mile. -He speeded up to one hundred and seventy-five miles an hour. More. The -sled hummed at every joining. - -At noon, he had done a good thousand miles. At mid-afternoon, sixteen -hundred. Two and a half hours of visibility left, and more than four -hundred miles to go. - -"I can do those on my head," muttered Wofforth to himself, and then, -far in the distance, the flat rim of the horizon was flat no longer. - -It had sprung up jagged, full of points and bulges. Speeding toward it, -he steered by the line around his waist while he cut his engine. He -came close at fifty miles an hour, almost a crawl. - -Some ancient volcanic action had thrown up those mountains, like a rank -of close-drawn sentries. The sled could not cross them anywhere. Still -reducing speed, Wofforth drew close to a notch, but the notch gave into -a crater, a great shallow saucer two miles in diameter and filled with -shadows below, so that Wofforth could not gauge its depth. Opposite, -another notch--perhaps once the crater had been a lake, with water -running in and out. If he had come there at noon, he could have seen -the bottom, and perhaps-- - -"But it isn't noon." Wofforth was talking to himself again. His voice -sounded thin and petulant in his own ears. "By noon tomorrow, the heat -will be out of this suit." - -He stopped the sled, unlashed himself and trudged to the notch. He -stood in it, looking down, then across. - -The little bright jewel of the sun, sagging toward the horizon, showed -him the upper reaches of the crater's interior, pitched at an angle of -perhaps fifty degrees. - -Even if it had been noon, it would have been no use. The sled could -never climb a slope like that. - -Then he looked again, this way and that. He nodded inside his helmet. - -He might as well try. - -Returning to the sled, he started the engine and lashed himself fast -again. He steered away from the crater, and around. He made a great -looping journey of twenty miles or so across the plain, building speed -all the time. - -As he rounded the rear curve of his course, he was driving along at two -hundred and sixty miles an hour, and he had to apply pressure to the -boom with both hand and knees to point the sled back straight for the -notch. Straightening his humming vehicle into a headlong course, he -leaned forward and sighted between the upcurved runners. - -"Now!" he urged himself, and watched the break in the crater wall rush -toward him. - -It greatened, yawned. He leaped through, and with a groaning gasp of -prayer he dragged the boom over to steer the sled right. - - * * * * * - -It worked, as he had not dared hope. The runners bounced, bit. Then he -was racing around the inside of the great cup's rim, like a hurtling -bubble on the inner surface of a whirlpool's funnel. Two miles across, -three miles and more on the half diameter--the engine laboring up to -three hundred miles an hour, centrifugal force holding it there-- - -Little more than thirty seconds raced by when he knew he had won. He -saw the far notch growing near. He came to it in a last booming rush, -and hurled his whole weight against the boom to face the runners into -the notch. - -Under the low-dropping sun, he and his sled shot into open country -beyond the range. - -His right arm felt dead from shoulder to fingertip. His head roared -and drummed with the racing of his blood. His face had tired spots in -it, where muscles he had never used before had locked into an agonized -grimace. - -On he sped, straight west, gasping and gurgling and mumbling in crazy -triumph. - -An hour, an anticlimactic hour wherein the sled almost steered itself -over the smoothest of plain, and up ahead he spied the black outline of -Base Camp. - -It was a sprawling, low structure, prefabricated metal and plastic and -insulation, black outside to gather what heat might come from outer -space. It held aloof on the dull frozen plain from the irregular stain -where the expedition ship had braked off with one set of rockets and -had soared away with another set. Larger, more familiar, grew Base Camp -with each second of approach. Shakily Wofforth cut his engine, slowed -from high speed to medium, to a hundred miles an hour, to sixty, to -fifty. He made a final circle around Base Camp, and let it coast in -with the engine off, to within twenty yards of the main lock panel. - -He got up, on legs that shook inside his boots. He felt his heart -still racing, his head still ringing. He sighed once, and walked -close, his gauntlet fumbling at the release button on the lock panel. - -But the button did not respond. - -"Jammed," he said. "No--locked." - -He couldn't get in. He had reached Base Camp, but he could not get in. -They hadn't counted on his return. They'd gone off and left Base Camp -locked up. - -He sagged against the lock panel, and cursed once, with an utter and -furious resignation. - -He felt himself slipping. He was going to faint. His legs would not -hold him up. He was slipping forward--seemed to be sinking into the -massive and unyielding outer surface of Base Camp. It was a dream. Or -it was death. - -He did not lose all hold on his awareness. He had a sense of lying at -full length, and blinding light flashes that made his eyelids jump. And -a tug somewhere, as though his helmet was coming off. He would have put -out a hand to see, but his left arm was broken, and his right arm limp -from weariness. - -"You're back," said a voice he knew, a voice strained with wonder. "You -managed. I knew you would." - -"Now," said Wofforth, "I know it's a dream. We dream after we die." - -A hand was cupped behind his neck, lifting him to a sitting position. -He felt warm fluid at his lips. "It's no dream," said the voice -beseechingly. "Look at me." - -"I don't dare. The dream will go away." - -But he opened his eyes and looked at her hair like Plutonian night, her -eyes like bright stars. "Lya," he said. "I'm going to call you Lya." - -"Please call me Lya." - -"I'd be bound to dream about you. I've dreamed about you so much.... -_Owww!_" - -He got his right hand up to cherish his tingling cheek. - -"So you felt that," she said. "Now you know you're awake. Or must I -slap you again?" - -"I'm sorry, Madame." - -"You called me Lya. Can you stand up? I'll help you." - -She helped him. He stood up, there in the admission chamber of Base -Camp. Lya Stromminger was smiling, and she was crying, too. - -"You didn't go away," he said. "You're still here." The weight of his -odyssey, half around Pluto, was beginning to stagger him. - -"No, I stayed. I knew you'd come back. I knew Pluto couldn't kill you -or keep you from coming back." - -He drank more from the cup she held to his lips. - -"We'll wait together for them to come with the next expedition," she -promised him. - -"Twenty years? Supplies--" - -"There'll be plenty. Don't you know about Pluto? Didn't those craters, -those old volcanoes, tell you?" - -Thinking of how he had crossed the crater, Wofforth shuddered. - -"Pluto is colder than anybody even guessed--outside. But inside are -the internal fires--like all the solid planets. We made our tests and -we can tap them. I kept the instruments for that. It means we'll have -power, and can make our synthetic foods and so on for as long as we -need them. You and I are the inhabitants here--" - -He stumbled to a chair and sat. "Twenty years--" he said. - -Her arm was still around him. Her hair brushed his cheek. "It won't be -long. 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And they had ten days to<br /> -reach Base Camp, ten thousand miles away.</i></p> - -<p>[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from<br /> -Worlds of If Science Fiction, December 1958.<br /> -Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that<br /> -the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]</p> - -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p>Their glassite space helmets fogged, and their metal glove joints -stiffened in the incredible surface cold: but the two men who could -work finished their job. In the black sky glistened the little arclight -of the sun, a sixteen-hundredth of the blaze that fell on Earth. Around -them sulked Pluto's crags and gullies, sheathed with the hard-frozen -pallor that had been Pluto's atmosphere, eons ago.</p> - -<p>From the wrecked cylinder of the scout rocket they had dragged two -interior girders, ready-curved at the ends. These, clamped side by side -with transverse brackets and decked with bulkhead metal, managed to -look like a sled.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<div class="figcenter"> - <img src="images/illus.jpg" width="650" height="471" alt=""/> -</div> - -<p>At the rear they set a salvaged engine unit. For steering, they rigged -a boom shaft to warp the runners right or left. For cargo, they piled -the sled with full containers, ration boxes, the foil tent, what -instruments they could detach and carry, armfuls of heat-tools, a -crowbar, a hatchet, a few other items.</p> - -<p>Moving back from the finished work, one of them stumbled against the -other. Instantly the two puffy, soot-black shapes were crouched, gloved -fists up, fierce in the system's duskiest corner.</p> - -<p>Then the moment passed. Warily, helmets turned toward each other, they -went back in the half-stripped wreck.</p> - -<p>In the still airtight control room, lighted by one bulb, their officer -stirred on his bedstrip. His tunic had been pulled off, his broken left -arm and collarbone set and splinted. Under a fillet of bandage, his -gaunt young face looked pale, but he had his wits back.</p> - -<p>"The appropriate question," he said, "is 'What happened?'"</p> - -<p>The two men were removing their helmets. "Conked and crashed, sir," -said Jenks, the smaller one, uncovering a sallow, hollow-cheeked face.</p> - -<p>Lieutenant Wofforth sat up, supporting himself on his sound arm. "How -long have I been out?"</p> - -<p>"Maybe forty hours, sir. Delirious. Corbett and me did the best we -could. Take it easy, sir," he said as Wofforth began to get up. "Lie -back. We've done what Emergency Plan Six says—bolted a sled together -and coupled on a sound engine unit for power."</p> - -<p>"Quite a haul back to base," said Wofforth, almost cheerfully. His -eyes were bright, as though he savored the idea. "About halfway around -Pluto. We'd better start now, or they'll get tired of waiting."</p> - -<p>"They've gone, sir," Corbett growled before Jenks could gesture him to -silence. He was beefy, slit-eyed. "We saw the jets going sunward this -morning."</p> - -<p>Wofforth winced. "Gone," he said. "That's right. I didn't stop to -think. You said forty hours.... They couldn't wait that long. We're -past opposition already, getting farther away all the time. They had to -go, or they wouldn't have made it."</p> - -<p>He stood up uncertainly and reached for his ripped tunic. Corbett -stepped over and helped him slide his uninjured arm into the right -sleeve, then to fasten and drape the tunic over his splinted left arm -and shoulder.</p> - -<p>"We'll just have to get back to Base Camp and wait," said Wofforth -grimly.</p> - -<p>"Sir," said Jenks, "our radio is gone. I tried to patch it up, but it -was gone. When they didn't get a signal, they must have thought—"</p> - -<p>"Nonsense!" Wofforth broke in. "They'll have left us supplies. They -couldn't wait, signal or none. Our job is to get back, and stick it out -there until they come for us."</p> - -<p>He sat at the control and began to write in the log book. Corbett and -Jenks drifted together at the other end of the room.</p> - -<p>"You meat-head," snarled Jenks under his breath. "You knew he took the -berth to Pluto because the first mate was a lady—Lya Stromminger."</p> - -<p>"He had to know they were gone," protested Corbett, equally fierce.</p> - -<p>"Not flat like you gave it. He came here to be with her. Now she's -jetted away without him. How does a man feel when a woman's done that—"</p> - -<p>"Stop blathering, you two, and help me into my suit," called Wofforth, -rising again. "We're going to rev up that sled engine and get out of -here!"</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p>Outside, the sled lay ready under the frigid sky. Wofforth tramped -around it, leaned over and poked the load.</p> - -<p>"Too much," said his voice in their radios. "Keep the synthesizer, the -tent, these two ration boxes. Wait, keep the crowbar and the hatchet. -Dump the rest."</p> - -<p>"We travel that light, sir?" said Jenks doubtfully.</p> - -<p>"I've been figuring," said Wofforth. "We're on the far side of Pluto -from Base Camp. That makes ten thousand miles, more or less. Pluto's -day is nineteen hours and a minute or so, Earth time. We can travel -only by what they humorously call daylight. And we'd better get there -in ten days—a thousand miles every nine and a half hours—or maybe we -won't get there at all."</p> - -<p>"How's that, sir?" asked Corbett.</p> - -<p>"The heaters in these suits," Wofforth reminded him. "Two hundred and -forty hours of efficiency, and that's all. Well, it's noon. Let's take -off."</p> - -<p>His voice shook. He was still weak. Jenks helped him sit on the two -lashed ration boxes, and slung a mooring strap across his knees. Then -Jenks took the steering boom, and Corbett bent to start the engine.</p> - -<p>When the arclight sun set in the west, they had traveled more than four -hours over country not too rugged to slow them much. Darkness closed -in fast while Jenks and Corbett pitched the pyramidal tent of metal -foil and clamped it down solidly. They spread and zipped in the ground -fabric, set up lights and heater inside, and began to pipe in thawed -gases from the drifts outside.</p> - -<p>After their scanty meal, Corbett and Jenks sought their bedstrips, -on opposite sides of the tent. Wofforth tended the atomic heater for -minutes, until the sound of deep breathing told him that his companions -were asleep.</p> - -<p>Then he put on his spacesuit, clumsy with his single hand to close -seams. He picked up sextant and telescope, and slipped out into the -Plutonian night.</p> - -<p>It was as utterly black as the bottom of a pond of ink. But above -Wofforth shone the faithful stars, in the constellations mapped by the -first star-gazers of long ago. He made observations, checked for time -and position. He chuckled inside his helmet, as though congratulating -himself. Back in the tent, he opened the log book and wrote:</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> -<p><i>First day: Course due west. Run 410 mi. To go 9590 mi. approx. -Supplies adeq. Spirits good.</i></p></div> - -<p>Wriggling out of his space gear, he lay down, asleep almost before his -weary limbs relaxed.</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p>Everyone was awake before dawn. They made coffee on the heater, and -broke out protein biscuits for breakfast.</p> - -<p>As the tiny sun winked into view over the horizon, they loaded the -sled. Corbett slouched toward the idling engine at the tail of the sled.</p> - -<p>"No, get on amidships," said Wofforth. "I'll take over engine."</p> - -<p>"My job—" began Corbett.</p> - -<p>"You're relieved. Strap yourself on the ration boxes. That's right. -Jenks, steer again. Make for the level ahead."</p> - -<p>With his right hand Wofforth ran a length of pliable cable around his -waist and through a ring-bolt on the decking. He touched the engine -controls, and they pulled away from camp.</p> - -<p>The sled coursed over great knoll-like swellings of the terrain, coated -with the dull-pale frozen atmosphere. Beyond, it gained speed on a vast -flat plain, almost as smooth as a desert of glass.</p> - -<p>"What's this big rink. Lieutenant?" asked Jenks.</p> - -<p>"Maybe a sea, or maybe just a sunken area, full of solid gases. Stand -by the helm, I'm going to gun a few more M. P. H. out of her."</p> - -<p>"No wind," grunted Corbett. "Nothing moving except us. The floor of -hell."</p> - -<p>"If you was in hell, the rest of us would be better off," said Jenks -sourly.</p> - -<p>Wofforth began to sing, though he did not feel like it:</p> - -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse"><i>Trim your nails and scrape your face,</i></div> - <div class="verse"><i>They're all on the Other Side of space!</i></div> - <div class="verse"><i>Tokyo—Baltimore, Maryland—</i></div> - <div class="verse"><i>Hong Kong—Paris—Samarkand—</i></div> - <div class="verse"><i>Tokyo—London—Troy—Fort Worth—</i></div> - <div class="verse"><i>The happy towns of the Planet Earth....</i></div> -</div></div> - -<p>At camp that night he wrote in the log book:</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> -<p><i>Second Day: Course due west. Run 1014 mi. To go 8576 mi. approx. -Supplies adeq. Spirits fair....</i></p></div> - -<p>"What's for supper?" bawled Corbett, entering. "I could eat a horse."</p> - -<p>"That'd be cannibalism," said Jenks at once.</p> - -<p>"Yah, you splinter! Don't eat any lizards, then."</p> - -<p><i>Spirits good</i>, Wofforth corrected his entry, and closed the log book. -He thought of Lya Stromminger. She was a most efficient officer. Her -hair was black as night on Pluto, and her eyes as bright as the faraway -sun.</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p>Wofforth wrote in his log book:</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> -<p><i>Fifth day: Course north, west, then southwest. Curving thru -mountainous territory. Run 1066 mi. but direct progress toward base -camp not exceeding 950. To go, 6260 mi. approx. Supplies short. -Spirits fair.</i></p></div> - -<p>He wrote in his log book:</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> -<p><i>Seventh day: Course west, southwest, west, northwest, west. Run 1108 -mi. To go 4090 mi. approx. Supplies low. Spirits fair.</i></p></div> - -<p>He wrote in his log book:</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> -<p><i>Ninth day: Course northwest by west, west. Run 1108 mi. To go 2030 -mi. approx. Supplies low. Spirits low....</i></p></div> - -<p>"Lieutenant," said Jenks from across the tent, as Wofforth closed the -book.</p> - -<p>"Well?"</p> - -<p>"We know you're in command. This party and all of Pluto. But we ask -permission to state our case."</p> - -<p>"What case is your case?" demanded Wofforth, rising. "I'm doing my best -to get you back to Base Camp."</p> - -<p>"Sure," said Corbett. "Sure. But why Base Camp?"</p> - -<p>"You know why."</p> - -<p>"That's right, we know why," agreed Jenks, and Corbett grinned in his -ten days' tussock of beard.</p> - -<p>"They'll have left supplies for us," Wofforth went on. "Shelter and -food and fuel and instruments. They'll expect us to reach Base Camp and -hold it down for the next attempt to reach Pluto."</p> - -<p>"We know why," repeated Jenks. "And that's not why, lieutenant. Let me -talk, sir. It's a dead man talking."</p> - -<p>"You won't die," snapped Wofforth. "I'll get you both there alive."</p> - -<p>He stepped to where, in one corner, he had managed a bath—a hollow in -the frozen ground, lined by pushing the floor fabric into it. From the -heater he ran tepid, clean water into it. He clipped a mirror to the -tent foil, searched out an automatic razor, and began to shave his own -dark young thatch of beard.</p> - -<p>"You're proving my point, lieutenant," said Jenks. "Policing up your -face to look pretty."</p> - -<p>"Why not?" growled Wofforth, mowing another swath of whiskers.</p> - -<p>"No reason why not. Ten, twenty years from now they'll find your -body—whenever the inner orbits get to where they can boom off another -expedition. You'll look young and clean-shaved. You know who'll weep."</p> - -<p>Wofforth lowered the razor in his good hand and glared at the two. They -grinned in the bright light opposite him. They looked as if they hoped -he'd see the joke.</p> - -<p>"I said it's a dying man that's talking," said Jenks again. "Won't you -let me say my dying say, lieutenant? Let's all die honest."</p> - -<p>"I'm going to get you there," Wofforth insisted.</p> - -<p>"Ah, now," said Corbett, as though persuading a naughty child. "You -think they've left twenty years' worth of supplies to keep us going? -The ship didn't carry that much, even if they left it all." He grinned -mirthlessly. "I can figure what you're figuring, lieutenant," he went -on, with a touch of Jenks' sly manner. "You die, young and brave. -You'll shave up again before you lie down and let go. And when the -next shipload arrives there'll be you, lying like a statue of your -good-looking young self, frozen stiff. Am I right?"</p> - -<p>Corbett was right, Wofforth admitted to himself. The man was more than -a great meaty lump, after all, to see another man's unspoken thought so -clearly.</p> - -<p>"Then," Jenks took it up, "First Mate Lya Stromminger will have a look. -She may command the new expedition. She'll be promoted away up to -Admiral or higher—twenty years of brilliant service—gone gray around -the edges, but still a lovely lady. There you'll lie before her eyes, -young and brave as you was when she deserted you. She'll cry, won't -she? And hot tears can't thaw you out or wake you up—"</p> - -<p>"Shut your heads, both of you!" shouted Wofforth, so fierce and loud -that the foil tent wall vibrated as with a gale in the airless night.</p> - -<p>But they had guessed true. He'd wanted to be found at Base Camp. He'd -wanted Lya Stromminger to know, some day, that she'd blasted off and -left behind the man most worthy of all men on all worlds....</p> - -<p>"Everybody takes a hot bath tonight," said Wofforth. "We'll all sleep -better for it. Tomorrow's our last day on the trail."</p> - -<p>"To do two thousand miles?" said Jenks.</p> - -<p>"To do all of that. The expedition mapped an area at least that wide -around Base Camp, and it's slick and smooth. We can almost slide in."</p> - -<p>"All slick and smooth but just this side of Base Camp, lieutenant," -said Jenks.</p> - -<p>"How do you mean?"</p> - -<p>"That string of craters. Don't you remember? It's just this side—east -of Base Camp. This sled'll never go over that, sir."</p> - -<p>"Nor around," Corbett put in. "We'd have to detour maybe three thousand -miles. And the heaters in our suits won't last."</p> - -<p>"I know about the craters," said Wofforth. "Well take care of them when -we reach them."</p> - -<p>Stripping, he lowered his body into the makeshift tub and began to -scrub himself one-handed.</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p>He wakened in the morning to the sound of furious argument.</p> - -<p>Corbett and Jenks, of course. A trifle—division of the breakfast -ration, or of the breakfast chores—had set off their nerves like -trains of explosive. Even as Wofforth rose from his bedstrip, Corbett -swung a cobble-like fist at Jenks' gaunt, grimacing face. The nimbler, -smaller man ducked and sidled away. Corbett took a lumbering step to -close in on his enemy, and Jenks darted a hand to his belt behind, then -brought it forward again with an electro-automatic pistol.</p> - -<p>"I've been keeping this for you!" Jenks shrilled. "I'll just diminish -the population of Pluto by thirty-three and one-third percent!"</p> - -<p>"Hold it!" bellowed Wofforth.</p> - -<p>He was too late. A stream of bullets chattered through Corbett's body, -folding him over and ripping through the paper-thin wall of the tent. -Air whistled out; the tent began to collapse.</p> - -<p>Jenks, pinned under Corbett's body, was squealing like a pig. -"Lieutenant, help me—!"</p> - -<p>Wofforth saw in an instant that the wall could not be patched in time; -the bullets had torn loose an irregular strip, pressure had done the -rest: even now, the tent was only a few seconds away from complete -collapse. As he stumbled across the floor toward the spacesuits, his -heart was laboring and his chest straining for breath. Spots swam in -front of his eyes. He found the topmost spacesuit by touch, and fumbled -for the helmet. The tent drifted down on his head in soft, murderous -folds. He opened the valve, shoved his face into the helmet, and gulped -precious oxygen. His dulled awareness brightened again, momentarily; -but he knew he was still a dead man unless he could get into the suit -before pressure fell completely. Numbed fingers plucked at the suit -opening. Somehow he got the awkward garment over his legs, closed and -locked the torso, pulled down the helmet....</p> - -<p>He was lying in darkness, with a low, steady hiss of oxygen in his -ears. He rolled over weakly, got to his feet. He turned on his helmet -light. He was propping up a gray cave of metal foil, that fell in -stiff creases all around him. At his feet were the bodies of Jenks and -Corbett. Both were dead.</p> - -<p>After a while, clumsily, painfully, he dragged the two corpses free of -the tent. He found the heater and thawed a hole in the frozen surface, -big enough for both. He tumbled them in, then undercut the edges of the -hole with the heater, so that chunks fell in and covered them. While -he watched, the cloud of vapor he had made began to settle, slowly -congealing on the broken surface and blurring it over again. In a -year, there would be no mark here to show that the surface had been -disturbed. In a thousand years, it would still be the same.</p> - -<p>In the first ray of dawn he flung all supplies from the sled except the -fuel containers. He checked the engine, and started it.</p> - -<p>Into his belt-bag he thrust the log book. Nothing else went aboard the -sled—no food, no water container, no tools, instruments or oxygen -tanks. The tent he left lying there, with all that had been carried -inside the night before.</p> - -<p>As the sun rose clear of the distant rim of the plain to eastward, he -rigged a line to the steering boom, then lashed himself securely within -reach of the engine. Steering by the taut line, he started westward, -slowly at first, then faster. It was as he had hoped. The lightened -sled attained and held a greater speed than on any previous day.</p> - -<p>"I'll make it," he said aloud, with nobody else to listen on all Pluto. -"I'll make it!"</p> - -<p>Faster he urged the engine's rhythm, and faster. He clocked its speed -by the indicators on the housing. A hundred and fifty miles an hour. A -hundred and sixty; not enough. Whipping the boom line tight around his -waist to hold his course steady, he sighted between the upcurve of the -runner forward. There was level, smooth-frozen country, mile upon mile. -He speeded up to one hundred and seventy-five miles an hour. More. The -sled hummed at every joining.</p> - -<p>At noon, he had done a good thousand miles. At mid-afternoon, sixteen -hundred. Two and a half hours of visibility left, and more than four -hundred miles to go.</p> - -<p>"I can do those on my head," muttered Wofforth to himself, and then, -far in the distance, the flat rim of the horizon was flat no longer.</p> - -<p>It had sprung up jagged, full of points and bulges. Speeding toward it, -he steered by the line around his waist while he cut his engine. He -came close at fifty miles an hour, almost a crawl.</p> - -<p>Some ancient volcanic action had thrown up those mountains, like a rank -of close-drawn sentries. The sled could not cross them anywhere. Still -reducing speed, Wofforth drew close to a notch, but the notch gave into -a crater, a great shallow saucer two miles in diameter and filled with -shadows below, so that Wofforth could not gauge its depth. Opposite, -another notch—perhaps once the crater had been a lake, with water -running in and out. If he had come there at noon, he could have seen -the bottom, and perhaps—</p> - -<p>"But it isn't noon." Wofforth was talking to himself again. His voice -sounded thin and petulant in his own ears. "By noon tomorrow, the heat -will be out of this suit."</p> - -<p>He stopped the sled, unlashed himself and trudged to the notch. He -stood in it, looking down, then across.</p> - -<p>The little bright jewel of the sun, sagging toward the horizon, showed -him the upper reaches of the crater's interior, pitched at an angle of -perhaps fifty degrees.</p> - -<p>Even if it had been noon, it would have been no use. The sled could -never climb a slope like that.</p> - -<p>Then he looked again, this way and that. He nodded inside his helmet.</p> - -<p>He might as well try.</p> - -<p>Returning to the sled, he started the engine and lashed himself fast -again. He steered away from the crater, and around. He made a great -looping journey of twenty miles or so across the plain, building speed -all the time.</p> - -<p>As he rounded the rear curve of his course, he was driving along at two -hundred and sixty miles an hour, and he had to apply pressure to the -boom with both hand and knees to point the sled back straight for the -notch. Straightening his humming vehicle into a headlong course, he -leaned forward and sighted between the upcurved runners.</p> - -<p>"Now!" he urged himself, and watched the break in the crater wall rush -toward him.</p> - -<p>It greatened, yawned. He leaped through, and with a groaning gasp of -prayer he dragged the boom over to steer the sled right.</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p>It worked, as he had not dared hope. The runners bounced, bit. Then he -was racing around the inside of the great cup's rim, like a hurtling -bubble on the inner surface of a whirlpool's funnel. Two miles across, -three miles and more on the half diameter—the engine laboring up to -three hundred miles an hour, centrifugal force holding it there—</p> - -<p>Little more than thirty seconds raced by when he knew he had won. He -saw the far notch growing near. He came to it in a last booming rush, -and hurled his whole weight against the boom to face the runners into -the notch.</p> - -<p>Under the low-dropping sun, he and his sled shot into open country -beyond the range.</p> - -<p>His right arm felt dead from shoulder to fingertip. His head roared -and drummed with the racing of his blood. His face had tired spots in -it, where muscles he had never used before had locked into an agonized -grimace.</p> - -<p>On he sped, straight west, gasping and gurgling and mumbling in crazy -triumph.</p> - -<p>An hour, an anticlimactic hour wherein the sled almost steered itself -over the smoothest of plain, and up ahead he spied the black outline of -Base Camp.</p> - -<p>It was a sprawling, low structure, prefabricated metal and plastic and -insulation, black outside to gather what heat might come from outer -space. It held aloof on the dull frozen plain from the irregular stain -where the expedition ship had braked off with one set of rockets and -had soared away with another set. Larger, more familiar, grew Base Camp -with each second of approach. Shakily Wofforth cut his engine, slowed -from high speed to medium, to a hundred miles an hour, to sixty, to -fifty. He made a final circle around Base Camp, and let it coast in -with the engine off, to within twenty yards of the main lock panel.</p> - -<p>He got up, on legs that shook inside his boots. He felt his heart -still racing, his head still ringing. He sighed once, and walked -close, his gauntlet fumbling at the release button on the lock panel.</p> - -<p>But the button did not respond.</p> - -<p>"Jammed," he said. "No—locked."</p> - -<p>He couldn't get in. He had reached Base Camp, but he could not get in. -They hadn't counted on his return. They'd gone off and left Base Camp -locked up.</p> - -<p>He sagged against the lock panel, and cursed once, with an utter and -furious resignation.</p> - -<p>He felt himself slipping. He was going to faint. His legs would not -hold him up. He was slipping forward—seemed to be sinking into the -massive and unyielding outer surface of Base Camp. It was a dream. Or -it was death.</p> - -<p>He did not lose all hold on his awareness. He had a sense of lying at -full length, and blinding light flashes that made his eyelids jump. And -a tug somewhere, as though his helmet was coming off. He would have put -out a hand to see, but his left arm was broken, and his right arm limp -from weariness.</p> - -<p>"You're back," said a voice he knew, a voice strained with wonder. "You -managed. I knew you would."</p> - -<p>"Now," said Wofforth, "I know it's a dream. We dream after we die."</p> - -<p>A hand was cupped behind his neck, lifting him to a sitting position. -He felt warm fluid at his lips. "It's no dream," said the voice -beseechingly. "Look at me."</p> - -<p>"I don't dare. The dream will go away."</p> - -<p>But he opened his eyes and looked at her hair like Plutonian night, her -eyes like bright stars. "Lya," he said. "I'm going to call you Lya."</p> - -<p>"Please call me Lya."</p> - -<p>"I'd be bound to dream about you. I've dreamed about you so much.... -<i>Owww!</i>"</p> - -<p>He got his right hand up to cherish his tingling cheek.</p> - -<p>"So you felt that," she said. "Now you know you're awake. Or must I -slap you again?"</p> - -<p>"I'm sorry, Madame."</p> - -<p>"You called me Lya. Can you stand up? I'll help you."</p> - -<p>She helped him. He stood up, there in the admission chamber of Base -Camp. Lya Stromminger was smiling, and she was crying, too.</p> - -<p>"You didn't go away," he said. "You're still here." The weight of his -odyssey, half around Pluto, was beginning to stagger him.</p> - -<p>"No, I stayed. I knew you'd come back. I knew Pluto couldn't kill you -or keep you from coming back."</p> - -<p>He drank more from the cup she held to his lips.</p> - -<p>"We'll wait together for them to come with the next expedition," she -promised him.</p> - -<p>"Twenty years? Supplies—"</p> - -<p>"There'll be plenty. Don't you know about Pluto? Didn't those craters, -those old volcanoes, tell you?"</p> - -<p>Thinking of how he had crossed the crater, Wofforth shuddered.</p> - -<p>"Pluto is colder than anybody even guessed—outside. But inside are -the internal fires—like all the solid planets. We made our tests and -we can tap them. I kept the instruments for that. It means we'll have -power, and can make our synthetic foods and so on for as long as we -need them. You and I are the inhabitants here—"</p> - -<p>He stumbled to a chair and sat. "Twenty years—" he said.</p> - -<p>Her arm was still around him. Her hair brushed his cheek. "It won't be -long. 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