Jet snapped the catch back into place and between us we lifted the radio operator, who was unconscious, and carried him along the terrace and back down the steps towards the truck. On the way Jet called Mitch and told him to meet us back at the Land Fleet.As it turned out, Jet and I were first to arrive. We let ourselves into the truck by the remote control buttons and, after passing through the airlock, removed our and Lemmy’s helmets and suits.“Mitch must have been a lot farther away than we thought,” I said, as we laid the still unconscious form of Lemmy on the bunk.“Yes,” said Jet thoughtfully, and he went across to the radio and called up the engineer.Mitch replied immediately. “Hullo, Jet,” he said, “I’m still on the terrace, but I’ll be with you in a couple of shakes.”“OK. You can let yourself in, can’t you?”“Sure I can. Don’t worry about me.”I made a thorough examination of Lemmy. He was unconscious, his breathing was very shallow and his temperature sub-normal; symptoms by now, all too familiar to me, although I could still find no explanation for them.“What has happened to him, Doc?”
