It went on for four days like that and I settled into routine. I wasn't nervous any longer. We could depend on Stinky, I told myself. He wouldn't do anything to harm us.
By the way the technicians were behaving and the grin the general wore, I knew that Stinky must he performing up to expectations.
On the fifth day, as we were going out, the colonel said: "This should wind it up." I was glad to hear it.
We were almost ready to knock off for noon when it happened. I can't tell you exactly how it was, for it was a bit confusing. It was almost as if someone had shouted, although no one had. I half rose out of the chair, then sat back again.
And someone shouted once more.
I knew that something was about to happen. I could feel it in my bones. I knew I had to get out of the A-ship and get out fast. It was fearunreasoning fear. And over and above the fear, I knew I could not leave. It was my job to stay. I had to stick it out. I grabbed the chair arms and hung on and tried my best to stay.
Then the panic hit me and there was nothing I could do.
There was no way to fight it. I leaped out of the chair, dumping Stinky from my lap. I reached the door and fought it open, then turned back.
"Stinky!" I shouted.
I started across the room to reach him, but half-way across the panic hit me again and I turned and bolted in blind flight.
I went clattering down the catwalk and from below me came the sound of running and the yells of frightened men. I knew then that I had been right, that I had not been cowardly altogetherthere was something wrong.
Men were pouring out of the port of the big A-ship when I got there and scrambling down the ladder. The launch was coming out to pick them up. One man fell off the ladder into the water and began to swim.
Out on the field, ambulances and fire rigs were racing toward the water pit and the siren atop the operations building was wailing like a stepped-on tomcat.
I looked at the faces around me. They were set and white and I knew that all the men were just as scared as I was and somehow, instead of getting scareder, I got a lot of comfort from it.
They went on tumbling down the ladder and more men fell in the drink, and I have no doubt at all that if someone had held a stopwatch on them, there'd have been swimming records falling.
I got in line to wait my turn and I thought again of Stinky and stepped out of line and started back to save him. But half-way up the catwalk, my courage ran plumb out and I was too scared to go on. The funny thing about it was that I didn't have the least idea what there was to scare me.
I went down the ladder among the last of them and piled into the launch, which was loaded so heavily that it barely crept back to solid ground.
The medical officer was running around and shouting to get the swimmers into decontamination and men were running everywhere and shouting and the fire rigs stood there racing their motors while the siren went on shrieking.
"Get back!" someone was shouting. "Run! Everybody back!"
So, of course, we ran like a flock of spooked sheep.
Then a wordless yell went up and we turned around. The atomic ship was rising slowly from the pit. Beneath it, the water seethed and boiled. The ship rose steadily, gracefully, without a single shudder or shake. It went straight up into the sky, up and out of sight.
Suddenly I realized that I was standing in dead silence. No one was stirring. No one was making any noise. Everybody just stood and stared into the sky. The siren had shut off.
I felt someone tap me on the shoulder. It was the general.
"Stinky?" he asked.
"He wouldn't come," I answered, feeling low. "I was too scared to go and get him."
The general wheeled and headed off across the field. For no reason I can think of, I turned and followed him. He broke into a run and I loped along beside him.
We stormed into operations and went piling up the stairs to the tracking room.
The general bellowed: "You got a fix on it?"
"Yes, sir, we're tracking it right now."
"Good," the general said, breathing heavily. "Fine. We'll have to run it down. Tell me where it's headed."
"Straight out, sir. It still is heading out."
"How far?"
"About five thousand miles, sir."
"But it can't do that!" the general roared. "It can't navigate in space!"
He turned around and bumped into me.
"Get out of my way!" He went thumping down the stairs.
I followed him down, but outside the building I went another way. I passed administration and there was the colonel standing outside. I wasn't going to stop, but he called to me. I went over.
"He made it," said the colonel.
"I tried to take him off," I said, "but he wouldn't come."
"Of course not. What do you think it was that drove us from the ship?"
I thought back and there was only one answer. "Stinky?"
"Sure. It wasn't only machines, Asa, though he did wait till he got hold of something like the A-ship that he could make go out into space. But he had to get us off it first, so he threw us off."
I did some thinking about that, too. "Then he was kind of like a skunk."
"How do you mean?" asked the colonel, squinting at me.
"I never did get used to calling him Stinky. Never seemed right somehow, him not having a smell and still having that name. But he did have a smella mental one, I guess you'd sayenough to drive us right out of the ship."
The colonel nodded. "All the same, I'm glad he made it." He stared up at the sky.
"So am I," I said.
Although I was a little sore at Stinky as well. He could have said good-bye at least to me. I was the best friend he had on Earth and driving me out along with the other men seemed plain rude.
But now I'm not so sure.
I still don't know which end of a wrench to take hold of, but I have a new car nowbought it with the money I earned at the air baseand it can run all by itself. On quiet country roads, that is. It gets jittery in traffic. It's not half as good as Betsy.
I could fix that, all right. I found out when the car rose right over a fallen tree in the road. With what rubbed off on me from being with Stinky all the time, I could make it fly. But I won't. I ain't aiming to get treated the way Stinky was.
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