Fortunately for Mark, by that time there
was only a little left." Madera glanced down at Mark. "He's a brave
man."
"Yes, he is," confirmed Joe with some animation. He and Zip picked Mark
up. With the help of two others, they carried him to the elevator. In
less than a minute, all the men were on their way back to the control
center and the Tempest.
Within ten minutes they were back in the main hall. Through the great
doors they could see more than two dozen spacecraft arrayed on the
extensive launching pad.
Mark sighed deeply, then moaned. The four men who were carrying him
kept up the pace. Joe called out, "Mark! How're you doing?"
Mark moaned again, blinked, then opened his eyes. He stared up at the
ceiling, appearing not to see anything. Then suddenly he began to
struggle.
"Hey! Hey, what're you doing?" he cried out. "Put me down!"
"Easy, Mark," said Zip. "You had a shock, but you'll be okay!":
"I'm okay now! Put me down! I have to fix the panel! Where are you
taking me?"
"Everything's fine, Mark," said Mr. Madera. "The system leveled out and
the power is back on and controlled."
Mark sank back with another sigh. "Great," he said. "Put me down,
though. I'm all right." The men set him on his feet, but supported him
as he wobbled, trying to get his balance.
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