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Like
a
boy
,
Hathaway
raced
down
the
hill
.
He
stopped
once
because
of
a
sudden
sick
pain
in
his
chest
.
He
sat
on
a
rock
to
regain
his
breath
,
then
ran
all
the
rest
of
the
way
.
He
stood
in
the
hot
atmosphere
generated
by
the
fiery
rocket
.
A
port
opened
.
A
man
looked
down
.
Hathaway
shielded
his
eyes
and
at
last
said
,
"
Captain
Wilder
!
"
"
Who
is
it
?
"
asked
Captain
Wilder
,
and
jumped
down
and
stood
there
looking
at
the
old
man
.
He
put
his
hand
out
.
"
Good
lord
,
it
’
s
Hathaway
!
"
"
That
’
s
right
.
"
They
looked
into
each
other
’
s
faces
.
"
Hathaway
,
from
my
old
crew
,
from
the
Fourth
Expedition
.
"
"
It
’
s
been
a
long
time
,
Captain
.
"
"
Too
long
.
It
’
s
good
to
see
you
.
"
"
I
’
m
old
,
"
said
Hathaway
simply
.
"
I
’
m
not
young
myself
any
more
.
I
’
ve
been
out
to
Jupiter
and
Saturn
and
Neptune
for
twenty
years
.
"
