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out—at the first port. Suppose—just suppose that we exhausted the supply there.”
Renfry grinned, a death’s-head stretch of skin across bones. His thumb jerked downward in the immemorial gesture of sardonic defeat. “Then we’ve had it, fella. Let’s hope that we can stretch our luck past that particular point along with all the rest of the elastic tricks.”
This time they downed on the desert port in the early morning, when the lavish display of flames along the hori­zon was paling into nothingness. They saw the blaze of the rising sun reflected too brightly from the endless drifts of sand.
“Two days here, roughly—if we do duplicate the pattern exactly.
Waiting two days, cooped up in the ship, not sure that they would take off again. At the thought of it, Travis shifted restlessly in his seat. And the specter Ross had evoked shared the narrow confines of the cabin with them all.
“Any walk-about?” Ross must be feeling it too—that goading desire to be busy, to drown in action ever-present fears.
“Not much reason b

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