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"
Thanks
,
pal
.
I
knew
I
'd
do
it
some
day
.
"
"
All
right
,
and
skip
the
sarcasm
.
We
'll
save
it
for
Earth
,
and
preserve
it
in
jars
for
future
long
,
cold
winters
.
Meanwhile
,
what
emergency
can
we
create
?
"
"
We
could
flood
the
mines
,
if
this
were
n't
an
airless
asteroid
.
"
"
A
witticism
,
no
doubt
,
"
said
Powell
.
"
Really
,
Mike
,
you
'll
incapacitate
me
with
laughter
.
What
about
a
mild
cave-in
?
"
Donovan
pursed
his
lips
and
said
,
"
O.
K.
by
me
.
"
"
Good
.
Let
's
get
started
.
"
Powell
felt
uncommonly
like
a
conspirator
as
he
wound
his
way
over
the
craggy
landscape
.
His
sub-gravity
walk
teetered
across
the
broken
ground
,
kicking
rocks
to
right
and
left
under
his
weight
in
noiseless
puffs
of
gray
dust
.
Mentally
,
though
,
it
was
the
cautious
crawl
of
the
plotter
.
He
said
,
"
Do
you
know
where
they
are
?
"
"
I
think
so
,
Greg
.
"
