Like a fly buzzing in my ears, a voice comes, faint, far off,
"Halloway, damn it, Halloway, where are you?"
Captain! It's his voice, sizzling. I don't see you, sir!
"Halloway, we're on the dead sea bottom near an ancient Martian city
and--oh, never mind, dammit, if you hear me, press your boy-scout badge
and yell!"