ground. Most of the loose stuff had been blown away, and I could see the ship better now; well enough to guess what Camilo was trying to do. The three lowermost steering-jets were blasting fiercely as they lifted her nose. I could see the idea, but I doubted whether he would get enough thrust out of those small jets to push her back to the vertical.
He turned up the power, and she lifted a little more on the two exposed legs of the tripod; no longer nose-down, but tilted a little above the horizontal.
I judged he had the jets on full power. They were holding her up; making a third supporting leg, but they weren't raising her nose any further. I suddenly understood why he had been so anxious to have the platform out of her, and the fuel, and the rest of the stuff, too. Freed of them, she might just have had power enough, but with most of the gear still aboard, she was still inclined only very slightly above the horizontal. The jets kept on roaring and gushing, but still they gave her no more lift. I wondered if it was the leg that had broken through the crust that was keeping her anchored. Clearly she was not going to be able to make it . . .
Then the main drive fired! Crazy . . . crazy!
I suppose he thought that, if he could tear the buried leg free, the side-jets would be able to tilt her nose skyward.
She leapt forward, almost horizontal, and with the pediment of the trailing leg dragging a furrow through the sand, like a huge ploughshare. She dipped by the head, bounced her belly on the sand, rose again on the supporting side-jets, and he let the main drive have it again. There was a tremendous spurt.
By God, it was well tried! For a moment I thought he had done it. She lifted until the foot of the trailing leg was barely touching the sand. She was accelerating fast, but at such an angle to me that I could see little more than a cloud of dust with an exhaust flare in the middle of it.
She must, I suppose, have dipped again—and touched. I can't say. All I saw was the silver shape leaping suddenly above the dust cloud, turning over and over in the air, with her drive still flaring. She fell back into the dust, and bounced to appear again; she didn't go so high, and she was spinning differently this time. Then once more she disappeared, and the dust and the
