Susan reached up for the emergency.
Durham smacked her across the stomach with the back of his left hand,
not daring to take his eyes off the Wanbecqs. She doubled over it and
sat down again. Durham said, "All right now, damn it, all of you--sit
still!"
* * * * *
The taxi sped on its humming rail, farther and farther into the reaches
of the spaceport. Below there were the wide clear spaces of the landing
aprons, and great ships standing in them, their tails down and their
noses high in the air, high above the monorail, towering over the
freight belts and the multitude of machines that served them.
Ahead there was the onracing edge of twilight, and beyond it, coming
swiftly, was the lunar night.