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The
heat
rose
in
the
clear
spring
sky
,
and
all
was
silent
.
The
brass
band
banged
off
around
a
corner
,
leaving
the
rocket
to
shine
and
dazzle
alone
in
the
sunlight
"
Abandoned
!
"
said
the
captain
.
"
They
abandoned
the
ship
,
they
did
!
I
’
ll
have
their
skins
,
by
God
!
They
had
orders
!
"
"
Sir
,
"
said
Lustig
,
"
don
’
t
be
too
hard
on
them
.
Those
were
all
old
relatives
and
friends
.
"
"
That
’
s
no
exuse
!
"
"
Think
how
they
felt
,
Captain
,
seeing
familiar
faces
outside
the
ship
!
"
"
They
had
their
orders
,
damn
it
!
"
"
But
how
would
you
have
felt
,
Captain
?
"
"
I
would
have
obeyed
orders
—
"
The
captain
’
s
mouth
remained
open
.
Striding
along
the
sidewalk
under
the
Martian
sun
,
tall
,
smiling
,
eyes
amazingly
clear
and
blue
,
came
a
young
man
of
some
twenty
-
six
years
.
"
John
!
"
the
man
called
out
,
and
broke
into
a
trot
.
"
What
?
"
Captain
John
Black
swayed
.
