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Space-suited complete, except for helmets, and with those ready at hand, Kinnison and VanBuskirk sat in the tiny control room of their lifeboat as it drifted inert through interstellar space. Kinnison was poring over charts taken from the _Brittania's_ pilot room; the sergeant gazed idly into a detector plate.
"No clear ether yet, I don't suppose," the captain remarked, as he rolled up a chart and tossed it aside.