They sat huddled together in the tiny space-survival unit, watching the big rocket freighter draw closer to their drifting position off Saturn. Jake moistened his thin purple lips and clenched the radiophone tighter. "Hello, freighter!" he repeated. "We're survivors of a shipwreck. Can you pick us up? Please answer." His voice grew more urgent. "Please pick us up! Our air supply is failing!" Matt shook his thick black head of hair. "If they fall for this, they're stupider than I gave them credit