Bulls did not feel anything, but Ermakov has responded tiho: - It is Golconda... - and, having turned back to Bykovu, has
asked: - we Will pass? - We will risk, Anatoly Borisovich, - has vigorously answered Alexey Petrovich. - And if we will meet a
blockage or deadlock, we will return and still we will look, only and only. Or we will blow up...
"Boy" has moved further. Hours tried to keep step with hours, kilometres behind kilometres, anything similar to deadlock or a
blockage did not appear, and Alexey Petrovich has calmed down.
Exactly the engine hoots, squeak and boxes and packing belts crack. All have fallen asleep, even unruly Jurkovsky. In a
mirror over the screen of an infra-red projector of Bulls sees a cabin interior. Bogdan sleeps, having dropped a head on a
portable radio set cover. Sleeps, lying prone on bales, Jurkovsky.
Sleeps, having leant against it, Ioganych and wrinkles in the sleep the good crafty person. A silvery helmet Ermakov nearby
nods. And by the viewing hatch, rocking and heeling, black brilliant walls - on the right a wall and at the left a wall creep.
Light of headlights dances on pitted, surfaces of motionless dunes of black ashes. Further - twilight, darkness. Somewhere
there walls will be moved apart, and "Boy", leaves in desert. If ahead there is no deadlock.
... Black walls Heel and overturn, in the viewing hatch the heated sky looks. The conveyor gets out of a deep rut, and again
light stains float on waves of a black packed dust. Still a pothole, still a crack, and still...
It is passed twenty kilometres on a bog and almost as much on gorge.
Bulls five hours behind a control panel. Feet have stiffened, the nape, from pressure or from an unusual combination red with
black slezjatsja eyes aches. But to entrust the conveyor on such road to somebody, even to the commander, it is impossible.
With the conveyor, of course, happens nothing, but speed... Itself Bulls does not presume luxury to give itself more than six-
eight kilometres per hour. Though these damned rocks more likely would come to an end! Ermakov it was straightened and
has cast away a helmet on a nape.