A few minutes later, they opened the inner hatch of the air lock and shoved Tremont inside. Peters followed, gripping him firmly about the knees from behind. "Here we go!" grunted Peters, and Tremont realized that he could communicate again, over their suit radios. "You won"t get far, trying to read the code I have those papers written in," he warned. "You"d better talk this over before you make a mistake." "Ain"t no mistake about it," said Peters, pressing toward the outer hatch. "So you chartered the rocket. You felt you oughta go out to see about a heavy dust particle hitting the hull. You fell off an" we never found you." "How will you explain not going yourself? Or not finding me by instruments?"