would be pressed against the glass with the full force of Cavor's thrust,

now I would be kicking helplessly in a void. Now the star of the electric

light would be overhead, now under foot. Now Cavor's feet would float up

before my eyes, and now we would be crossways to each other. But at last

our goods were safely bound together in a big soft bale, all except two

blankets with head holes that we were to wrap about ourselves.

Then for a flash Cavor opened a window moonward, and we saw that we were

dropping towards a huge central crater with a number of minor craters

grouped in a sort of cross about it. And then again Cavor flung our little

sphere open to the scorching, blinding sun. I think he was using the

sun's attraction as a brake. "Cover yourself with a blanket," he cried,

thrusting himself from me, and for a moment I did not understand.

Then I hauled the blanket from beneath my feet and got it about me and

over my head and eyes. Abruptly he closed the shutters again, snapped one

open again and closed it, then suddenly began snapping them all open, each

safely into its steel roller. There came a jar, and then we were rolling

over and over, bumping against the glass and against the big bale of our

luggage, and clutching at each other, and outside some white substance

splashed as if we were rolling down a slope of snow....

Over, clutch, bump, clutch, bump, over....

Came a thud, and I was half buried under the bale of our possessions, and

for a space everything was still. Then I could hear Cavor puffing and

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