IIIKERRY BLANE CHOKED, tried to turn his head from the water that trickled into his face. He opened his eyes, stared blankly, uncomprehendingly into the bloody features of the man bending over him.
“What happened?” he gasped.
Splinter Wood laughed, almost hysterically, mopped at his forehead with a wet handkerchief.
“I thought you were dead!” he said simply.
Kerry Blane moved his arm experimentally, felt broken bones grate in an exquisite wave of pain. He fought back the nausea, gazed about the cabin, realized the ship lay on its side.
“Maybe I am,” he said ruefully. “No man could live through that crash.”
Splinter moved away, sat down tiredly on the edge of a bunk. He shook his head dazedly, inspected the long cut on his leg.
“We seem to have done it,” he said dully.
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