Part 44 (1/2)

Astro grinned sheepishly, and opening one of the containers of food, quickly wolfed down a breakfast of smoked Venusian fatfish.

Tom and Roger began spreading the s.p.a.ce cloth on the sand that was already hot to the touch. Anchoring the four corners in the sand with the emergency lights and one of Tom's boots, they propped up the center with the food packs, one on top of the other. A crude tent was the result and both boys crawled in under, sprawling on the sand. Astro finished eating, lay down beside his two unit-mates, and in a moment the three cadets were sound asleep.

The sun climbed steadily over the desert while the _Polaris_ unit slept.

With each hour, the heat of the desert rose, climbing past the hundred mark, reaching one hundred and twenty, then one hundred and thirty-five degrees.

Tom woke up with a start. He felt as if he were inside a blazing furnace. He rolled over and saw Astro and Roger still asleep, sweat pouring off them in small rivulets. He started to wake them, but decided against it and just lay still under the thin sheet of s.p.a.ce cloth that protected him from the sun. As light as the fabric square was, weighing no more than a pound, under the intense heat of the sun it felt like a woolen blanket where it touched him. Astro rolled over and opened his eyes.

”What time is it, Tom?”

”Must be about noon. How do you feel?”

”I'm not sure yet. I had a dream.” The big cadet rubbed his eyes and wiped the sweat from his forehead. ”I dreamed I was being shoved into an oven--like Hansel and Gretel in that old fairy tale.”

”Personally,” mumbled Roger, without opening his eyes, ”I'll take Hansel and Gretel. They might be a little more tender.”

”I could do with a drink,” said Astro, looking at Tom.

Tom hesitated. He felt that as hot as it was, it would get still hotter and there had to be strict control of the remainder of the water.

”Try to hold out a little longer, Astro,” said Tom. ”This heat hasn't really begun yet. You could drink the whole thing and still want more.”

”That's right, Astro,” said Roger, sitting up. ”Best thing to do is just wet your tongue and lips a little. Drinking won't do much good now.”

”O.K. by me,” said Astro. ”Well, what do we do now?”

”We sit here and we wait,” answered Tom. He sat up and held the s.p.a.ce cloth up on his side.

”You get in the middle, Astro,” suggested Roger. ”Your head is up higher than mine and Tom's. You can be the tent pole under this big top.”

Astro grunted and changed places with the smaller cadet.

”Think there might be a breeze if we opened up one side of this thing?”

asked Roger.

”If there was a breeze,” answered Tom, ”it'd be so hot, it'd be worse than what we've got inside.”

”It sure is going to be a hot day,” said Astro softly.

The thin fabric of the s.p.a.ce cloth was enough to protect them from the direct rays of the sun, but offered very little protection against the heat. Soon the inside of the tent was boiling under the relentless sun.

They sat far apart, their knees pulled up, heads bowed. Once when the heat seemed unbearable, Tom opened one side of the cloth in a desperate hope that it might be a little cooler outside. A blast of hot air entered the makes.h.i.+ft tent and he quickly closed the opening.

About three o'clock Roger suddenly slipped backward and lay sprawled on the sand.

Tom opened one of the containers of water and dipped his s.h.i.+rttail into it. Astro watched him moisten Roger's lips and wipe his temples. In a few moments the cadet stirred and opened his eyes.

”I--I--don't know what happened,” he said slowly. ”Everything started swimming and then went black.”