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           Hegotitbackinforty-twominutesandthreeseconds.Itimedhim.Hestillhasn’tfinishedapologizingfortherunaroundhegaveus.He’sscaredtocomenearyouforfearofwhatyou’llsay."

           "Draghimover,"orderedPowell."Itwasn’thisfault."HeheldoutahandandgrippedSpeedy’smetalpaw."It’sO.K.,Speedy."Then,toDonovan,"Youknow,Mike,Iwasjustthinking-"

           "Yes!"

           "Well,"-herubbedhisface–theairwassodelightfullycool,"youknowthatwhenwegetthingssetuphereandSpeedyputthroughhisFieldTests,they’regoingtosendustotheSpaceStationsnext-"

           "No!"

           "Yes!Atleastthat’swhatoldladyCalvintoldmejustbeforeweleft,andIdidn’tsayanythingaboutit,becauseIwasgoingtofightthewholeidea."

           "Fightit?"criedDonovan."But—"

           "Iknow.It’sallrightwithmenow.Twohundredseventy-threedegreesCentigradebelowzero.Won’titbeapleasure?"

           "SpaceStation,"saidDonovan,"hereIcome."