They have started talking in English.
- We go to you on pelengu, - has informed Lu. ("The Daredevil!" - Dauge widely opened eyes has looked on Jurkovsky.) -
Thanks, many thanks... You where? - Half an hour has acted in film from the international base on a Fobos back.
Sad shout was distributed in otvet: - to you not to be in time!. No, to you not to be in time! We are doomed...
- Let's try to be in time. For us prepare for a start emergency kosmotankery. We will remove you from yours...
- Not to be in time. - the voice of the Englishman sounded now almost easy. - not to be in time... Oxygen remains only... At
two o'clock.
- Yes where you? Co-ordinates? - Heliocentric co-ordinates...
The professor named any not clear Bykovu of figure. There has come silence. It was audible, as Ermakov and Bogdan hasty
rustled with a paper, then zazhuzhzhala an electronic calculating machine.
- It in a belt of asteroids. Third of astronomical unit of Mars, - Krutikov has informed at last.
- Fifty millions kilometres, - has gloomy spoken Jurkovsky. - Even "Hius", and even being at Mars, would not be in time.
It has risen and has lowered hands on seams.
- All is clear to me, - the voice of Lu was distributed. - whether There is no possibility to hold on at least ten hours? Think.
- No... Glyceric anestezatory are destroyed... Air continuously flows away - probably, in a ship cover microscopic cracks...
After a short pause the professor dobavil: - Us remains two... And one of us without consciousness. If it has rescued it, I to
die... With own hand... But now it has no value.
- Take heart, the professor! - I am quiet, - the nervous snicker was heard. - about, now I am absolutely quiet!. Mr. Lu! - I
Listen to you, the professor.
- You last who listens to my voice.
- The professor, you, possibly, hundreds people listen...
- All the same, you last person with whom I speak. Through any time you will find our ship and our bodies. Ask and conjure
you to transfer all materials collected in this flight by us, in the order of the International congress kosmogatorov. You
promise? - I promise you it, Robert Lloyd! - all who listens to us, will be witnesses... I put Materials in a portfolio... A crocodile
leather portfolio... Here so. It will lie on a table in cabin. You hear me? - I well hear you, the professor.