The complete stillness of outside still bothered him, made it difficult for him to sleep despite weariness. He found himself listening for the familiar throb of machinery and the effort hurt.
"Grant is missing."
That made their losses a total of four. One man vanished, apparently wandering astray in the gloom, the first day. Two more were found corroded after a rest period the second. And today, Grant disappeared.
"He was with us when we stopped?"
"Yes."
Stilson had commanded that the party attach themselves together with rope after Prentice had vanished. It made checkups easier, and they would know quickly if anyone got in trouble. Little pits and crevices were common on the surface. A man might easily fall and be lost to sight before the others noticed he was missing. They could not afford to search for the lost ones.
"His rope—?"
Broken."
Assign Steevens to the rear guard then. As soon as the ropes are reassembled and everyone checked, report to me. We'll start again as soon as you've had your rest."
"I'm all right, John," she protested. "We can start right away."
"No. You must rest. The others need it, too. How is the weather?"
"Storm ran out about an hour ago."
"Rain stopped? Strange, I can still feel—"
"Those are drops coming from the mushroom."
They slept on the bare earth, their metal suits affording as much protection as was possible to attain on the surface. No comforts but those that they brought with them were to be had. Suits could be discarded for limited periods when sanitary needs required, but helmets must never be doffed. In a way, it was fortunate for them that imagination was a faculty well-nigh lost; could they have realized, even dimly, the utter hostility of outside they never could have endured so much as a single day.
John Stilson took out his precious flashlamp and studied the equally precious chart carefully. He had gone over it painstakingly with Payton—rather, the Chief. It was hard to realize that the strange, seemingly eternal man he and the others had known as the Chief was gone, now, and Payton, whom he and several of the others knew quite well, was now in the supreme position. They had estimated a two-week journey to the Enemy's fortress and had brought along supplies for five weeks. Food concentrates, batteries for their suits, flashlamps, and rope. Compasses and communicators, the latter also run by batteries. Yes, so far as he could make out, they were on the right course. He rolled up the chart and put it away.
"All right?" he asked as he saw Martha again beside him.
"Check."
"Then rest now." He turned to start the round of sleepers.
"John," she called after him.
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