- Did not come back? Both of them have jumped simultaneously and have stared against each other, hardly realising weight
of an approaching trouble. Bulls did not see the person Jurkovsky and only suddenly has absolutely ceased to hear its
breath.
- More cautiously, more cautiously, Anatoly Borisovich... Here so!. - the voice of Dauge was distributed.
Bulls has looked back. Dauge and Ermakov approached to the conveyor. At the geologist on a neck hung two automatic
machines, it supported the commander under a hand. Ermakov went slowly, strongly dropping to the right foot. Without
reaching several steps, he has spoken through squeezed zuby: - Prepare, the driver. There it is possible to pass. All in the
car! Unexpectedly Jurkovsky has jumped off on the earth, has picked up the automatic machine and, without a word, has
rushed away, sliding and stumbling on stone fragments. Bulls has lagged behind it for a second.
- Dauge! - he has bellowed such voice that that has shuddered and was extended.
- One automatic machine to the commander - and for Jurkovsky, it is live!. Anatoly Borisovich, possibly, with Bogdanom a
trouble. Allow to go? - Go! - Ermakov has shouted.
Dauge already ran ahead, being confused in prickly steblah an ivy. Bulls has rushed behind it. Feet parted, broke from a
smooth stone. The soil - large rubble half-and-half with the cobble-stones which have been strewn lightly with sand and a
dust, - left from under feet, shchetinilas sharp fragments. Bulls at once has become covered then. "More likely, more likely", -
knocked in temples. The thought worked quickly, accurately. Or Bogdan has undergone to an attack ("Hardly - rocks are
dead..."), or has slipped, rasshibsja, lies without consciousness ("Then we will find, we will by all means find..."), or has lost
the way ("But why then does not shoot, does not call?"). The automatic turn has bitingly struck. Bogdan!. No, it is Jurkovsky.
Correctly, the good fellow, has included alarm shop, has got on a boulder, that is similar to a toad, deafeningly beats from the
automatic machine in the low sky. Has ceased, listens... There is no answer, no... The Stone answers with an intricate rolling
echo yes the wind in tops of peaked rocks howls...