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"
The
truck
don
’
t
seem
to
be
in
running
condition
,
"
said
Elma
.
"
The
sand
ship
.
Get
in
!
"
"
And
let
you
drive
me
in
a
sand
ship
?
Oh
no
.
"
"
Get
in
!
I
can
do
it
!
"
He
shoved
her
in
,
jumped
in
behind
her
,
and
flapped
the
tiller
,
let
the
cobalt
sail
up
to
take
the
evening
wind
.
The
stars
were
bright
and
the
blue
Martian
ships
were
skimming
across
the
whispering
sands
.
At
first
his
own
ship
would
not
move
,
then
he
remembered
the
sand
anchor
and
yanked
it
in
.
"
There
!
"
The
wind
hurled
the
sand
ship
keening
over
the
dead
sea
bottom
,
over
long
-
buried
crystals
,
past
upended
pillars
,
past
deserted
docks
of
marble
and
brass
,
past
dead
white
chess
cities
,
past
purple
foothills
,
into
distance
.
The
figures
of
the
Martian
ships
receded
and
then
began
to
pace
Sam
’
s
ship
.
"
Guess
I
showed
them
,
by
God
!
"
cried
Sam
.
"
I
’
ll
report
to
the
Rocket
Corporation
.
They
’
ll
give
me
protection
!
I
’
m
pretty
quick
.
"
"
They
could
have
stopped
you
if
they
wanted
,
"
Elma
said
tiredly
.
"
They
just
didn
’
t
bother
.
"
