"He'll see to that when the time comes," Galt muttered. "Take the rest
of these torches. It's dark in there."
Trevor climbed in through the gaping lock, moving with great caution on
the tilted, rust-red decks. Inside, the ship was a shambles. Everything
had been stripped out of it that could be used, leaving only bare
cubicles with the enamel peeling off the walls and a moldering litter
of junk.
In a locker forward of the air lock he found a number of spacesuits.
The fabric was rotted away, but a few of the helmets were still good
and some half score of the oxygen bottles had survived, the gas still
in them.