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"Five. Second Officer Jones, our wives, and Dr. Andrew Adams, a Fellow of the College of Advanced Study. He's solely responsible for our being here, so    " "Skip that for now. In a lifecraft? No, after this long, it must be the ship. Not navigable, of course?" FIVE SECOND OFFICER JONES OUR WIVES AND DOCTOR ANDREW ADAMS A FELLOW OF THE COLLEGE OF ADVANCE STUDY HE'S SOLELY RESPONSIBLE FOR OUR BEING HERE SO SKIP THAT FOR NOW IN A LIFECRAFT NO AFTER THIS LONG IT MUST BE THE SHIP NOT NAVIGABLE OF COURSE
your radio," Adams said. Deston flipped a switch and spoke, quietly but clearly, into a microphone. "_Procyon One_ to Control Six. Flight Eight Four Nine. Subspace Radio Test Ninety-Five--I think. How do you read me, Control Six?" The reply was highly unorthodox. It was a wild yell, followed by words not directed at Deston at all. "Captain Reamer! Captain French! Captain Holloway! ANYBODY! It's the _Procyon_! The _PROCYON_, that was lost a year ago! Unless some fool is playing a dumb joke." "It's no joke--I hope." Another voice, crisp and authoritative, came in; growing louder as its source approached the distant pickup. "Or somebody will rot in jail for a hundred years." "_Procyon One_ to Control Six," Deston said again. His voice was not quite steady this time; both girls were crying openly and joyfully. "How do you read me, Frenchy old horse?" "It _is Procyon One_--the Runt himself--Hi, Babe!" the new voice roared, then quieted to normal volume. "I read you eight and one. Survivors? ND QUIESCENT CONTACT WITH THE SOLID ROCK OF THE PLANET NOW YOU MAY TRY YOUR RADIO ADAM SAID DESTON FLIPPED A SWITCH AND SPOKE QUIETLY BUT CLEARLY INTO A MICROPHONE PROCYON ONE TO CONTROL SIX FLIGHT EIGHT FOUR NINE SUBSPACE RADIO TEST NINETY FIVE I THINK HOW DO YOU READ ME CONTROL SIX THE REPLY WAS HIGHLY UNORTHODOX IT WAS A WILD YELL FOLLOWED BY WORDS NOT DIRECTED AT DESTON AT ALL CAPTAIN REMER CAPTAIN FRENCH CAPTAIN HOLLOWAY ANYBODY IT'S THE PROCYON THE PROCYON THAT WAS LOST A YEAR AGO UNLESS SOME FOOL IS PLAYING A DUMB JOKE IT'S NO JOKE I HOPE ANOTHER VOICE CRISP AND AUTHORITATIVE CAME IN GROWING LOUDER AS ITS SOURCE APPROACHED THE DISTANT PICK UP OR SOMEBODY WILL RODE IN JAIL FOR A HUNDRED YEARS PROCYONE ONE TO CONTROL SIX DESTON SAID AGAIN HIS VOICE NOT QUITE STEADY THIS TIME BOTH GIRLS WERE CRYING OPENLY AND JOYFULLY HOW DO YOU READ ME FRENCH OLD HORSE THIS IS PROCYONE ONE THE RUND HIMSELF HIVE THE NEW VOICE ROARED THEN QUIETED TO A NORMAL VOLUME I READ YOU EIGHT AND ONE SURVIVORS
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