were fighting against them, and that further struggle was useless.
He felt sure of this when he switched on the radio and found that it was completely dead. The power was off; when that oxygen pipe had ripped out the roof cable conduit, it had done a thorough job.
Pat swiveled slowly around in his seat. Twenty-one men and women were looking at him, awaiting his news. But twenty of them he did not see, for Sue was watching him, and he was conscious only of the expression on her face. It held an anxiety and readiness - but, even now, no hint of fear. As Pat looked at her, his own feelings of despair seemed to dissolve. He felt a surge of strength, even of hope.
"I'm damned if I know what's happened," he said. "But I'm sure of this - we're not done for yet, by several light-years. We may have sunk a little farther, but our friends on the raft will soon catch up with us. This will mean a slight delay - that's all. There's certainly nothing to worry about."
"I don't want to be an alarmist, Captain," said Barrett, "but suppose the raft has sunk as well? What then?"
"We'll know as soon as I get the radio fixed," replied Pat, glancing anxiously at the wires dangling from the roof cable duct. "And until I get this spaghetti sorted out, you'll have to put up with the emergency lighting."
"I don't mind," said Mrs. Schuster. "I think it's rather cute."
Bless you, Mrs. S., said Pat to himself. He glanced quickly around the cabin; though it was hard to see all their expressions in this dim lighting, the passengers seemed calm enough.
They were not quite so calm a minute later; that was all the time it took to discover that nothing could be done to repair the lights or radio. The wiring had been ripped out far down inside the conduit, beyond reach of the simple tools available here.
"This is rather more serious," reported Pat. "We won't be able to communicate, unless they lower a microphone to make contact with us."
"That means," said Barrett, who seemed to like looking on the dark side of things, "that they've lost touch with us. They won't understand why we're not answering. Suppose they assume that we're all dead - and abandon the whole operation?"
The thought had flashed through Pat's mind, but he had dismissed it almost at once.
"You've heard Chief Engineer Lawrence on the radio," he answered. "He's not the sort of man who'd give up until he had absolute proof that we're no longer alive. You needn't worry on that score."
"What about our air?" asked Professor Jayawardene anxiously. "We're back on our own resources again."
"That should last for several hours, now the absorbers have been regenerated. Those pipes will be in place before then," answered Pat, with slightly more confidence than he felt. "Meanwhile, we'll have to be patient and provide our own entertainment again. We did it for three days; we should be able to manage for a couple of hours."
He glanced again around the cabin, looking for any signs of disagreement, and saw that one of the passengers was rising slowly to his feet. It was the very last person he would have expected - quiet little Mr. Radley, who had uttered perhaps a dozen words during the entire trip.
Pat still knew no more about him than that he was an accountant, and come from New Zealand - the only country on Earth still slightly isolated from the rest of the world, by virtue of its position. It could be reached, of course, as quickly as any other spot on the planet, but it was the end of the line, not a way station to somewhere else. As a result, the New Zealanders still proudly preserved much of their individuality. They claimed, with a good deal of truth, to have salvaged all that was left of English culture, now that the British Isles had been absorbed into the Atlantic Community.
"You want to say something, Mister Radley?" asked Pat. Radley looked around the dim-lit cabin, rather like a schoolmaster about to address a class.
"Yes, Captain," he began. "I have a confession to make. I am very much afraid that this is all my fault."
When Chief Engineer Lawrence broke off his commentary, Earth knew within two seconds that something had gone wrong - though it took several minutes for the news to reach Mars and Venus. But what had happened, no one could guess