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They
walked
up
the
hill
,
Hathaway
and
Captain
Wilder
,
the
twenty
crew
members
following
taking
deep
breaths
of
the
thin
,
cool
morning
air
.
The
sun
rose
and
it
was
a
good
day
.
"
Do
you
remember
Spender
,
Captain
?
"
"
I
’
ve
never
forgotten
him
.
"
"
About
once
a
year
I
walk
up
past
his
tomb
.
It
looks
like
he
got
his
way
at
last
.
He
didn
’
t
want
us
to
come
here
,
and
I
suppose
he
’
s
happy
now
that
we
’
ve
all
gone
away
.
"
"
What
about
—
what
was
his
name
?
—
Parkhill
,
Sam
Parkhill
?
"
"
He
opened
a
hot
-
dog
stand
.
"
"
It
sounds
just
like
him
.
"
"
And
went
back
to
Earth
the
next
week
for
the
war
.
"
Hathaway
put
his
hand
to
his
chest
and
sat
down
abruptly
upon
a
boulder
,
"
I
’
m
sorry
.
The
excitement
.
Seeing
you
again
after
all
these
years
.
Have
to
rest
.
"
He
felt
his
heart
pound
.
He
counted
the
beats
.
It
was
very
bad
.
"
We
’
ve
a
doctor
,
"
said
Wilder
.
"
Excuse
me
,
Hathaway
,
I
know
you
are
one
,
but
we
’
d
better
check
you
with
our
own
—
"
The
doctor
was
summoned
.
"
I
’
ll
be
all
right
,
"
insisted
Hathaway
.
"
The
waiting
,
the
excitement
.
"
