For long moments he stared, wishing all the while that he had a real telescope instead of the binocs. As he stared, vaporators, the heat, and the day’s remaining chores were forgotten. Clipping the binoculars back onto his belt, Luke turned and dashed for the landspeeder. Halfway to the vehicle he thought to call behind him."Hurry up," he shouted impatiently. "What are you waiting for? Get it in gear."The Treadwell started toward him, hesitated, and then commenced spinning in a tight circle, smoke belching from every joint. Luke shouted further instruction, then finally gave up in disgust when he realized that it would take more than words to motivate the Treadwell again." I3 G0 m1 }( c6 j3 p o
For a moment Luke hesitated at leaving the machine behind—but, he argued to himself, its vital components were obviously shot. So he jumped into the& @( E( Z* ?2 e, f) ]3 _6 c
landspeeder, causing the recently repaired repulsion floater to list alarmingly to one side until he was able to equalize weight distribution by sliding behind the controls.+ w7 {1 g# \( @6 G- H* i
Maintaining its altitude slightly above the sandy ground, the light-duty transport vehicle steadied itself like a boat in a heavy sea. Luke gunned the engine, which
+ B, _" _& ~; |! s whined in protest, and sand erupted behind the floater as he aimed the craft toward the distant town of Anchorhead.
0 \" P" y) a" E0 k Behind him, a pitiful beacon of black smoke from the burning robot continued to rise into the clear desert air. It wouldn’t be there when Luke returned. There were scavengers of metal as well as flesh in the wide wastes of Tatooine. |