'Someone has to,' said Pancake. 'We got to find out somehow and this is the quickest way.'
'I'll take your place.'
Pancake called me a dirty name and he had no right to do that, for I was only being helpful. But I called him another and we were back to normal.
Hutch put the helmet on Pancake's head and it came down so far you couldn't see his face. Doc popped the stick into the tube and the machine purred a little, starting up, then settled into silence. Not exactly silence, either?when you laid your ear against the jacket, you could hear it running.
Nothing seemed to happen to Pancake. He sat there cool and relaxed and Doc got to work on him at once, checking him over.
'His pulse has slowed a little,' Doc reported, 'and his heart action's sort of feeble, but he seems to be in no danger. His breathing is a little shallow, but not enough to worry about.'
It might not have meant a thing to Doc, but it made the rest of us uneasy. We stood around and watched and nothing happened. I don't know what we thought might happen. Funny as it sounds, I had thought that something would.
Doc kept close watch, but Pancake got no worse.
We waited and we waited. The machine kept running and Pancake sat slumped in the seat. He was as limp as a dog asleep and when you picked up his hand, you'd think his bones had melted plumb away. All the time we got more nervous. Hutch wanted to jerk the helmet off Pancake, but I wouldn't let him.
No telling what might happen if we stopped the business in the middle.
It was about an hour after dawn that the machine stopped running. Pancake began to stir and we removed the helmet. He yawned and rubbed his eyes and sat up straight. He looked a bit surprised when he saw us and it seemed to take a moment for him to recognize us.
'What happened?' Hutch asked him.
Pancake didn't answer. You could see him pulling himself together, as if he were remembering and getting his bearings once again.
'I went on a trip,' he said.
'A travelogue!' said Doc, disgusted.
'Not a travelogue. I was there. It was a planet, way out at the rim of the Galaxy, I think. There weren't many stars at night because it was so far out?way out where the stars get thin and there aren't many of them. There was just a thin strip of light that moved overhead.'
'Looking at the Galaxy edge on,' said Frost, nodding. 'Like you were looking at a buzz-saw's cutting edge.'
'How long was I under?' asked Pancake.
'Long enough,' I told him. 'Six or seven hours. We were getting nervous.'
'That's funny,' said Pancake. 'I'll swear I was there for a year or more.'
'Now let's get this straight,' Hutch said. 'You say you were there. You mean you saw this place.'
'I mean I was there!' yelled Pancake. 'I lived with those people and I slept in their burrows and I talked with them and I worked with them. I got a blood blister on my hand from hoeing in a garden. I travelled from one place to another and I saw a lot of things and it was just as real as sitting here.'
We bundled him out of there and went back to the ship.
Hutch wouldn't let Pancake get the breakfast. He threw it together himself and since Hutch is a lousy cook, it was a miserable meal. Doc dug up a bottle and gave Pancake a drink, but he wouldn't let any of the rest of us have any of it. Said it was medicinal, not social.
That's the way he is at times. Downright hog-selfish.
Pancake told us about this place he had been to. It didn't seem to have much, if any, government, mostly because it didn't seem to need one, but was a humble sort of planet where rather dim-witted people lived in a primitive agricultural state, They looked, he said, like a cross between a human and a groundhog, and he drew a picture of them, but it didn't help a lot, for Pancake is no artist.
He told us the kind of crops they raised, and there were some screwy kinds, and what kind of food they ate, and we gagged at some of. it, and he even had some of the place names down pat and he remembered shreds of the language and it was outlandish-sounding.
We asked him all sorts of questions and he had the answers to every one of them and some were the kind he could not have made up from his head. Even Doc, who had been sceptical to start with, was ready to admit that Pancake had visited the planet.
After we ate, we hustled Pancake off to bed and Doc checked him over and he was all right.
When Pancake and Doc had left, Hutch said to me and Frost: 'I can feel those dollars clinking in my pocket right this minute.' We both agreed with him.
We'd found an entertainment gadget that had anything yet known backed clear off the map.
The sticks were recordings that packed in not only sight and sound, but stimuli for all the other senses. They did the job so well that anyone subjected to their influence felt that he was part of the environment they presented. He stepped into the picture and became a part of it. He was really there.
Frost already was planning exactly how we'd work it. 'We could sell the stuff,' he said, 'but that would be rather foolish. We want to keep control of it. We'll lease out the machines and we'll rent the sticks and since we'll have the sole supply, we can charge anything we wish.'
'We can advertise year-long vacations that take less than half a day,' said Hutch. 'They'll be just the thing for executives and other busy people. Why, in a single weekend you could spend four or five years' time on several different planets.'
'Maybe it's not only planets,' Frost went on. 'There might be concerts or art galleries and museums. Maybe lectures on history and literature and such.'
We were feeling pretty good, but we were tuckered out, so we trailed off to bed.
I didn't get into bed right away, however, but hauled out the log. I don't know why I ever bothered with it. It was a hit-and-miss affair at best. There would be months I'd not even think about it and then all at once I'd get all neat and orderly and keep a faithful record for several weeks or so. There was no real reason to make an entry in it now, but I was somewhat excited and had a feeling that perhaps what had just happened should be put down in black and white.
So I crawled under the bunk and pulled out the tin box I kept it and the other papers in, and while I was lifting it to the bunk, it slipped out of my hands. The lid flew open. The log and all the papers and the other odds and ends I kept there scattered on the floor.
I cussed a bit and got down on my hands and knees to pick up the mess. There was an awful lot of it and most of it was junk. Someday, I told myself, I'd have to throw a lot of it away.
There were clearance papers from a hundred different ports and medical certificates and other papers that were long outdated.
But among it I found also the title to the ship.
I sat there thinking back almost twenty years to the day I'd bought the ship for next to nothing and towed it from the junkyard and I recalled how I'd spent a couple of years' spare time and all I could earn getting it patched up so it could take to space again. No wonder, I told myself, that it was a haywire ship. It had been junk to start with, and during all those years, we'd just managed to keep it glued together. There had been many times when the only thing that got it past inspection had been a fast bribe slipped quietly to the man. No one in the Galaxy but Hutch could have kept it flying.
I went on picking up the papers, thinking about Hutch and all the rest of them. I got a little sentimental and thought a lot of things I'd have clobbered anyone for if they had dared to say them to me. About how we had stuck together and how any one of them would have died for me and I for any one of them.
There had been a time, of course, when it had not been that way, back in the days when they'd first signed on and had been nothing but a crew. But that day was long past; now they were more than just a crew. There had been no signing on for years, but just staying on as men who had a right to stay. And I sat there, flat on the floor, and thought how we'd finally done the thing we'd always hoped to do, how we'd caught up with the dream?us, the ragamuffin crew in the glued-together ship?and I felt proud and happy, not for myself alone, but for Hutch and Pancake and Doc and Frost and all the rest.
Finally I got the papers all picked up and back in the box again and tried to write up the log, but was too tired
