He was anxious to take a look at the state of the power pack, without having much optimism about its future use. When the deck panels were stripped away, he saw that his fears were well grounded. A lubrication fault had developed in key bearings. They were fused into a new art lump. Power storage units were intact, however, and half an hour’s concentrated effort cut them free for use as an energy source. Wanda, feeling fully recovered, spent some of the time in a morale-boosting exercise. She took some trouble to arrange her face, as if for a ceremonial. She put a jade filigree ring in her spectacular hair and changed into a tight, black cheong sam, on the grounds that her jolly tar’s outfit was all wet. Then she went and stood by the prone engineer and tapped his taut transom with her foot. Slowly his head and shoulders drew back from the pit. He took a worm’s-eye view of the splendid figure. “What is it, then?”
