I left the kit spread out right next to him.

While I am taking this in some small cold corner of my mind is

remembering the instructions that are on the pain-killer ampoule; it

does not say, outright, that it is the last refuge for men in the

extremity of pain and despair; therefore it cannot say, outright, that

they sometimes despair too soon; but it does tell you the name of the

antidote.

There are only three ampoules of this and they also say, maximum dose

one ampoule. I try to work it out but lacking all other information

the best I can do is inject two and keep one till later. I put that

one in my pocket.

The stretcher is all expanded now; a very thin but quite rigid grid,

six feet by two; I lash him on it without changing his position and

fasten the helmet over his head.

Antigrav; the straps just go round him and the stretcher.

I point the thing up towards the trap door and give it a gentle push;

then I scramble up the rungs and get there just in time to guide it

through. It takes a knock then and some more while I am getting it

down to the next partition, but he can't feel it.

This time I find the door, because the roar of noise behind it acts as

a guide. The sea is getting up and is dashing halfway to the door as I

crawl through. My boat is awash, pivoting to and fro on the grips of

the front "limbs."

I grab it, release the limbs and pull it as far back as the door. I

maneuver the stretcher on top and realize there is nothing to fasten

it with ... except the antigrav, I get that undone, holding the

stretcher in balance, and manage to put it under the stretcher and

pass the straps between the bars of the grid ... then round the little

boat, and the buckle just grips the last inch. It will hold, though.

* * * * *

I set the boat to face the broken end of the ship, but I daren't put

it farther back than the doorway; I turn the antigrav to half, fasten

the limb-grips and rush back towards the nose of the ship. Silver knob

under the dial. I turn it down, hear the thing begin a fast, steady

ticking, and turn and run.

Twenty minutes.

One and a half to get back to the boat, four to get inside it without

overturning. Nearly two to get down to the sea--balance difficult. One

and a half to lower myself in.

Thirty seconds' tossing before I sink below the wave layer; then I

turn the motor as high as I dare and head for the shore.

In a minute I have to turn it down; at this speed the radar is

bothered by water currents and keeps steering me away from them as

though they were rocks; I finally find the maximum safe speed but it

is achingly slow. What happens if you are in water when Andite blows

half a mile away? A moment's panic as I find the ship being forced up,

then I realize I have reached the point where the beach starts to

shelve, turn off radar and motor and start crawling. Eternal slow

reach out, grab, shove, haul, with my heart in my mouth; then suddenly

the nose breaks water and I am hauling myself out with a last wave

doing its best to overbalance me.

I am halfway out of the boat when the Andite blows behind me. There is

a flat slapping sound; then an instant roar of wind as the air

receives the binding energies of several tons of matter; then a long

wave comes pelting up the beach and snatches at the boat.

I huddle into the shingle and hold the boat; I have just got the

antigrav turned off, otherwise I think it would have been carried

away. There are two or three more big waves and a patter of spray;

then it is over.

The outlet valve of the helmet is working, so M'Clare is still

breathing; very deep, very slow.

I unfasten the belt of the antigrav, having turned it on again, and

pull the belt through the buckle. No time to take it off and rearrange

it; anyway it will work as well under the stretcher as on top of it. I

drag the boat down to the water, put in an Andite cartridge with the

longest fuse I have, set the controls to take it straight out to sea

at maximum depth the radar control will allow--six feet above

bottom--and push it off. The other Andite cartridge starts burning a

hole in my pocket; I would have liked to put that in too, but I must

keep it, in case.

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