The Secret of the Ninth Planet ..........................................................................................................................1

WHILE THE circumnavigation of the solar system seems farfetched, it may not be once the problem of

effective antigravitational control is solved. In this book I have assumed that the many researchers now

actually at work on this problem will achieve such a result in the next decade. It is not at all impossible that

they may for we all know that the more minds that work at a problem, the sooner it will be solved. The

discovery of a means of negating, reversing or otherwise utilizing the immense force of gravitation for space

flight purposes is now thought to be within the bounds of probability. It should occur some time within the

Once solved, the severe handicaps imposed on space exploration by the weight and chemical limitations of

rockets would no longer apply. The whole timetable of our conquest of the planets in our solar system would

In describing the visits of the spaceship Magellan to the planets, I have endeavored to adhere to known facts

and the more reasonable assumptions about each of these worlds. The planet Pluto, however, deserves further

comment, occupying as it does both an important role in this adventure and a unique one in actual

Back at the dawn of this century, many astronomers, and notably Dr. Percival Lowell, studied certain

irregularities in the orbit and motion of Neptune, at that time believed to be the outermost planet. They

decided that these eccentricities (or perturbations, as they are called) could only be caused by the presence of

Following this line of research, a young astronomer, Dr. Clyde Tombaugh, working at Lowell's own

observatory, was able to announce on March 13, 1930, that he had finally found this ninth world, which he

In the years that have followed, Pluto has proven to be a truly puzzling planet. Unlike its neighbors from

Jupiter outward, it is not a giant world, light and gaseous in nature. Instead, it belongs physically to the small,

The latest viewpoint on this planet, whose size and weight seem quite like those of Earth, is that it may not be

a true child of the Sun, but an outsider captured as it roamed the trackless realms of galactic space. Its orbit is

highly eccentric and rather lopsided, taking it as far away from the Sun as four and a half billion miles and as

close to the Sun as two and threequarter billion miles, thereby cutting inside the orbit of Neptune itself. In

fact, during the period from 1969 to 2009 (covering most of the lifetimes of the younger readers of this book)

Pluto will not be the ninth planet, but the eighth, for it will be at its closest in those years. Huge Neptune will

This orbital eccentricity has lead some astronomers to speculate on the possibility that Pluto may once have

been briefly held as a satellite of Neptune. And following that line of thought, the possibility also has been

suggested that Neptune's larger moon, Triton, may once have been a companion of Pluto which failed to

I think that the first men to land on Pluto are going to make some very astonishing discoveries. But I am also

sure that they will never go there in rockets. They will have to make the immense trip by some more powerful

ON THE morning that the theft of the solar system's sunlight began, Burl Denning woke up in his sleeping

bag in the Andes, feeling again the exhilaration of the keen, rarefied, mountain air. He glanced at the still

sleeping forms of his father and the other members of the Denning expedition, and sat up, enjoying the first

The Llamas were already awake, moving restlessly back and forth on their padded feet, waiting for their

tender to arise and unleash them. The mules were standing patiently as ever, staring quietly into the distant

It was, thought Burl, a dim day, but this he supposed was due to the earliness of the morning. As the Sun

rose, it would rapidly bring the temperatures up, and its unshielded rays would force them to cover up as they

The sky was cloudless as usual. Burl assumed that the dimness was due to volcanic dust, or some unseen high

cloud far away. And, indeed, as the expedition came to life, and the day began in earnest, nobody paid any

attention to the fact that the Sun was not quite so warm as it should have been.

The Denning expedition, questing among the untracked and forgotten byways of the lost Inca ruins in the

vast, jagged mountains of inland Peru, was not alone in failing to notice the subtle channeling away of the

Sun's warmth and brilliance. They were, in this respect, one with virtually the entire population of Earth.

In New York, in San Francisco, in Philadelphia and Kansas City, people going about their day's chores

simply assumed that there must be clouds somewhere the temperature only slightly less than normal for a

July day. A few men shaded their eyes and looked about, noticing that the heat was not too intense and

In some places in Europe, there were clouds and a little rain, and the dimness was ascribed to this. It was

raining in much of Asia, and there were scattered afternoon showers throughout Latin America, which were

standard for the season. There was a flurry of snow in Melbourne and a cold blow in Santiago de Chile.

The men in the weather bureaus noted on their day's charts that temperatures were a few degrees lower than

had been predicted, but that was nothing unusual. Weather was still not entirely predictable, even with the

advances of meteorology that were to be expected of the latter years of the twentieth century.

The world was reading about other things than the vagaries of the weather. In the United States, baseball

occupied the headlines, and the nonathleticminded could find some speculative interest in the completion of

another manned space platform racing along in its eternal orbit twelve thousand miles away from Earth's

surface. The U.S. Moon Base in the center of the Crater Ptolemaeus had described the appearance of this

platform in an interesting radio dispatch which appeared on the first pages of most newspapers. The third

prober rocket sent to Venus had been unreported for the tenth day after penetrating the clouds that hid that

planet's surface from human eyes. It was, like its two predecessors, a minimumsized, unmanned instrument

device designed to penetrate the clouds and radio back data on the nature of the Venusian atmosphere and the

Some discussion was going on in science circles about what had happened. Speculation centered on the

possible success of other types of prober rockets, but it was universally agreed that the time had not come

when a manned rocket could safely undertake the difficult trip to Venus and return.

The years of space flight since the orbiting of Sputnik I back in 1957 had produced many fascinating results,

but they had also brought a realization of the many problems that surrounded the use of rockets for space

flight. It was generally believed that no one should risk a manned flight until absolutely everything possible

that could be learned by robot and radiocontrolled missiles had been learned. It now looked as if Venus and

Burl Denning was keenly interested in all of this. As a senior in high school, the newly expanding frontiers of

the universe represented something special to his generation. It would be men of his own age who would

eventually man those first fullscale expeditions to neighbor worlds. By the time he was out of college, with

an engineering degree, he might himself hope to be among those adventurers of space.

Burl was torn between two interests. Archaeology was both a profession and a hobby in the Denning family.

His grandfather had been among the first to explore the jungle ruins of Indochina. His father, although a

businessman and industrial engineer, made annual vacation pilgrimages to the ruins of the old Indian

civilizations of the Americas. Burl had been with him once before, when they had trekked through the chicle

forests of Guatemala in search of a lost Mayan city. And now they were again on a quest, this time for the

Burl was thoroughly familiar with the techniques of tracking down the ancient records of mankind. He got

along well with natives and primitive people; he knew the arts of wilderness survival; he knew the delicate

techniques of sifting sand and dirt to turn up those priceless bits of pottery and chipped stone that could

However, later in the day it seemed as if their particular camp had petered out. There were ruins there a

brokendown wall, a dry well and a bit of eroded basrelief lying on its side. Burl's father looked at him

thoughtfully. The tall, sandyhaired youth was sitting astraddle a pile of dust, methodically sifting it through

a widemesh strainer. A large pile of sifted sand gave evidence of the length of his efforts, and one broken bit

Two of the Indian guides sat patiently in the shade, watching them. One was digging slowly, turning up more

"I think we've had enough here," said the elder Denning. "Burl, you can knock off. Tomorrow well pull up

stakes and see what is in the next valley. We'll try to follow that old Inca road over the mountains. I don't

believe anyone has ever penetrated there and the airplane surveys indicated some evidence of human

Burl nodded, and set the sifter down. He'd learned to curb his natural energies for the exacting tasks required

of serious scientific research. "Okay," he said, "I was hoping you'd move on soon, Dad. This looked like a

washout from the first. I'd say this place was sacked and ruined even before the Incas fell."

The older man nodded. "I suppose so. Well, let's wash up and see what's for supper."

They went down to the icy mountain stream to wash the dirt from their hands. "It's been a nice day," Burl

commented. "In spite of the Sun being out steadily, it wasn't hot at all. Cooler than yesterday."

Mark Denning looked up at the sky and the Sun lowering toward the horizon. "There must have been some

volcanic dust in the heavens," he said. "The Sun's been a bit dimmed, have you noticed?"

Burl squinted his eyes against the glare. "Wasn't any eruption around here. Maybe in Ecuador?"

His father shrugged. "Could have been, thousands of miles away," was his slow reply. "Volcanic dust travels

around the world, just as radioactive dust permeated the atmosphere from atomic testings. They say that the

dust from the great Krakatoa explosion remained in the atmosphere for three years before the last of it

When they had finished supper and the Sun was casting its last red rays over the rapidly purpling landscape,

Burl got out the expedition radio, set up its antenna, plugged in its compact atomic battery, and tried to get

He fiddled with the dials for a long time, twisting the antenna, ranging the wavelengths, but there was static

everywhere. "Strange," he said to his father, "something's disturbed reception completely."

Pedro Gonzales, their official Peruvian guide, leaned over. "Could be the battery she is broken, eh?"

Burl shook his head. "Not this battery," he said. "It's a brandnew one, a real keen development. And I

already checked the wiring. It's some sort of disturbance that's blocking reception. Maybe we're in a dead

"Wasn't dead yesterday," said his father. "Maybe that eruption was radioactive."

Burl looked up sharply. "I'll check the Geiger counters, Dad. Something's blocking reception, something

strong and powerful to interfere with this set." But when he returned, he had to admit be had found nothing.

When the Sun went down, they retired, for the temperature drops swiftly in the high, thin air of the Andes.

In the rest or the world people watched their colorvision shows without interruption. Reception was good

with the Moon base, the space platforms had no difficulty making reports, and the radio news beamed out as

usual. In Lima, there was a little static, and direct transmission with Brazil seemed partially disrupted, but

In the following five days, the Denning expedition had managed the difficult climb over the next range of

mountains and had come down in the high plateau valley between. In this same period, the world began to

Weather stations noted that the past few days had all been several degrees under the average. Reports had

come in that farmers were querying the unusual drop in the temperatures at night. And astronomers,

measuring the surface heat of the Sun, came up with strange discrepancies from previous data.

One astronomer communicated with another, and a general exchange of advice began. In a short while, a

communication was laid on the desk of the President of the United States, who scanned it and had it

immediately transmitted to the Secretary General of the United Nations. The Secretary General circulated the

report among the scientific bureaus of all member nations, and this led in turn to a meeting of the Security

Council. This meeting was held in quiet, without benefit of newspaper reporters or audience.

There was no longer any doubt. The radiation of the Sun reaching the face of the Earth had decreased. The

facts were indisputable. Where a day should have registered, in some places, at least 90� in the Sun, a reading

of only 84� was noted. Measurements definitely showed that the face of the Sun visible to man on Earth had

This might not prove serious at first, but as the scientists called in by the Security Council pointed out, it

promised terrible things as the year went on. A difference of five or ten degrees all over the Earth could mean

the ruin of certain crops, it could mean an increase in snowfall and frost that could very rapidly destroy the

"But what," asked the Chairman of the Council, "is causing this decrease in solar energy?"

This the astronomers could not answer. But they pointed to one factor. The reports from the U.S. Moon Base

did not agree with the observations from Earth. Moon instruments claimed no decrease whatsoever in the

amount of sunlight reaching the arid, airless surface of the Earth's only satellite.

The cause was somewhere on Earth. And the Security Council requested the careful scanning of the Earth

Burl Denning had not found the next valley of much interest, either. Evidence of an Inca road over the

mountain had petered out. There were signs there had been human dwellings, but they were not Inca just

reminders of the onetime passage of an unknown band of primitives who had grazed their sheep, built

So again at night, Burl, his father, and Gonzales took counsel. They were debating which way to proceed

next; Mark Denning reasoning that they should go further inland, following tales natives had told; Gonzales

urging that they retrack their path and proceed northward toward the regions where Inca ruins abounded.

For the past week Burl had not been able to get radio reception. The static had increased as they had gone

eastward over the mountain, but not a word of news or any human voice came through. The Moon was rising

on the horizon as Burl sat playing with the antenna. Finally he gave up and switched it off.

The discussion had died away and the three men were quiet. The Indian guides had retired to their own

campfire, and one of them had taken out his pipes and was blowing a soft, plaintive tune.

Burl stared at the full Moon in silence, wondering if he would ever have a chance to walk its surface, or if his

own future was to lie in probing mankind's past rather than surveying the grounds of his future. As he

watched, he thought he saw a faint light among the brightening stars where none had been before.

He squinted, and, sure enough, he saw that one tiny white light was swinging more and more toward the

center of the sky. He pointed it out to his father and Gonzales. "Too fast to be a celestial object," he said. "Is

The two men gazed at it in curiosity. Suddenly it seemed to grow brighter and sharper and to twist toward

The light plunged down. There was a sudden outburst of yellow flame that caused the three to duck

instinctively, and brought the Indians to their feet with yells. The glare brightened until they could see that

something was just above them. The fire vanished as swiftly as it came, but a white spot of light remained.

"It's a parachute!" Burl shouted. "It's a rocket or something, braking to a stop above us, and coming down by

In the pale light of the full Moon they saw that something metallic and glistening hung from the white

mushroom of a parachute. There was a clanging sound as it hit the rocky earth with a soft, sighing whoosh.

They ran across the dry stone of the valley floor, but Burl's long, athletic legs outdistanced the others. He

"It's the nose of a message missile dropped from a guided missile," Burl announced. "And look!" He

There, written in black, heatresistant paint, were the words To the Denning Andes Expedition, from U.S.

Air Force Base, California Region. By Guided Missile Post by Moon Base control, Ptolomaeus Crater.

FOR A moment all three were silent with amazement. "From California and Moon Base for us?" gasped

His father frowned. "Only way to find out is to open it and see." He squatted down to study the cylinder

It was not as heavy as it had appeared, for, like all rocket missiles, it was made of the light but tough alloys

that were necessary to conserve weightlift costs and fuel reserves. They stood it upright and tried to turn the

top. After a little resistance, it unscrewed slowly. Inside, they found a rolled document bearing the seal of the

Burl took it out, and unfolded it with unsteady hands. His father read over his shoulder.

Gonzales poked at the empty cylinder, impatiently. Finally, he burst out, "What does it say? What do they

Burl turned to him. "It's unbelievable! It's it's just so darned surprising! The dimness of the days, the drop

Quickly, he went on to tell the Peruvian what they had just learned. The communication was from the U.S.

Space Commission and it had been directed on its flight from California by the Moon Base, because only

from the satellite could the exact location of the Dennings be spotted. It seemed that the Dennings were the

only scientifically trained personnel close to the point on Earth where the disturbance originated. This also

accounted for the blanketing of radio waves in their vicinity. Several airplanes had tried to locate them, but

strange disturbances in the ether and atmosphere had made it impossible to establish contact. Also, the back

reaches of the Andes were poorly mapped and treacherous in air currents, even in normal times.

"During the last week, a certain fraction of the Sun's light and energy reaching the Earth has been diverted. It

has been bent or focused in much the same way that a lens bends light rays and the point to which it has

been directed is a spot only seven miles from here! Over that last mountain range," said Burl, pointing.

Gonzales followed his finger. "Just over the mountains lies the source of the trouble," said Burl excitedly.

"And we're the nearest to it. They want us to go over there, see what it is, stop it, or report back. It took the

Mark Denning pursed his lips. "We'll have to start tomorrow, and we'll have to go fast. A loss of light and

heat, however slight, could have very serious effects on life if continued too long. We can make it by

tomorrow night, if we start early and leave the Indians and pack animals behind."

The other two nodded. Mark looked at them in the halflight of the Moon. "You'll have to stay with the

equipment, Pedro, otherwise the Indians might abandon it. Burl and I will start out at dawn."

Gonzales agreed and the three made their way back to the camp. At the first sign of light breaking in the

morning horizon, Burl and his father started off. They carried only enough equipment for survival, plus the

The trek over the mountains was a hard one, the path narrow, steep, sometimes nonexistent. There were few

signs of Indians or animals, and it was plain that few ever traveled over this range. The air was cold and thin,

vegetation sparse and hardy. All around them was the cold blue of the sky a shade darker than usual and

the gaunt peaks of ancient mountains. The Inca kings may have claimed the land here, but even their hardy

Panting and weary with hours of climbing, Burl and his father made a quick lunch in a sheltered jumble of

rock near the top. Then, shouldering their packs again, they trudged on. At last they reached a point where the

view of the other side spread out before them a breathtakingly clear vision of the little valley below.

As they looked down, the air seemed to shimmer and vibrate. Burl rubbed his eyes. "It hurts," he said.

His father squinted. "There's a powerful vibrational effect. It may be a very dangerous concentration of the

Once Burl had gotten used to the odd visual effect, which was like gazing into the twisting heat rays rising

from an overheated oven, he saw that there was a small flat region between the mountains. And in the center

of this valley was a large black structure of some sort. The twisting effect of the light around it made it

"That's it," said Burl. His father nodded, shifted the pack to ease his shoulders, unstrapped the hunting rifle

Burl saw what his father was doing and suddenly understood the danger. What could be doing a thing like

this? What but something not of this Earth? Something of distant space, of a science beyond that of man

and unfriendly besides. Now, for the first time, Burl realized what he had not had time to before this was

an enemy he and his father were facing an enemy of all mankind and utterly unknown.

He gulped, gripped his rifle, and followed his father down the sliding rocky trail.

As they drew nearer the base of the mountain, the effects of the strange vibrations grew more pronounced.

Burl avoided looking directly ahead, keeping his eyes on the ground before his feet, yet even so, he could not

help noticing how the stones around them seemed to shimmer in the invisible waves. From the base of the

valley the sky now seemed streaked with black and gray rings, as if they were reaching the center of some

atmospheric whirlpool. Out of the mountains, after hours of arduous scrambling, they started across the

Before them rose a vast circular structure several stories high, ominously black and without any sign of

windows or doors. Above the building protruded two great projections ending in huge, shining discs. One of

the monstrous cuplike discs was facing the Sun, the other pointed in the opposite direction.

As the two men came nearer and nearer, the strangeness in the air increased. They felt they were being

penetrated through and through with invisible lances, with tiny prickles of heat. "Radiation?" queried Burl

softly, afraid of the answer. His father trudged grimly on for a moment, and then put down his pack. He took

He shook his head. "No radioactivity," he said. "Whatever this is, it isn't that."

They reached the wall of the building. Oddly, here they seemed sheltered from the unusual vibrations. Burl

realized that the source was above them, probably the two mighty discs raised high in the sky.

The Dennings surveyed the building, but found no entrance. It must have been a quarter of a mile around its

walls, but there was no sign of a door or entry. The wall was of a rocklike substance, but it was not like any

"We've got to get in," said Burl as they returned to the starting point, "but how?"

His father smiled. "This way." He opened his pack and took two cans of blasting powder from it. "I thought

these would come in handy. Lucky we had some left over from the blasting we did last week."

He set both cans at the base of the high wall, wired them together, and ran the wire as far as it reached. When

There was a thunderous roar rocks and dirt showered around them, and bits of black powdery stuff. When

There was a crack in the side of the wall where the explosive had gone off. And the rip was large enough to

Without a word, they charged across the ground, still smoking from the concussion, and squeezed through the

The walls were thin, thin but hard, as befit masters of atomic engineering. Inside, they found a roomless

A dim, bluish light emanated from the curving ceiling. On the uncleared rocky ground which was the floor of

They were spherical glassy inventions, many times the height of a man, connected by strings of thick metal

bars and rows of smaller globes, none of which was familiar. There was a steady humming noise, and above,

the two giant, metal masts penetrating the ceiling rotated slowly. Doubtless, the great Suntrapping discs

Burl and his father stood silently, half crouched, with rifles at the ready, but nothing moved to challenge

Burl called out, but there was no answer. They advanced cautiously, fearing a trap. The place did not have the

look of living things about it. "An automatic station," said Mark under his breath. "I think it's strictly

It gradually became evident that Mark was right. Everything was automatic. Whoever had built this structure

to divert the rays of the Sun had simply set it down, put it in motion, and left. There was no evidence of any

They studied the machines but could make nothing of them. They found what looked like controls, but

although they pushed and pulled the levers and knobs, the humming did not cease. It seemed as if the controls

"What do we do now?" asked Burl, after they had tried pulling all the levers on one particular switchboard

His father shook his head. "I had only those two cans with me. We could try shooting into the machinery."

Leveling his rifle, he fired at a glassy globe perched upon the central sphere. The bullet pinged off it, and they

"It won't work," said the elder Denning, after several more shots had produced the same result and the

They continued to hunt for a clue, but found none. Dejected, Burl kicked a loose pebble and watched it rattle

against a column near the main control board. A small metallic ball rested on top of the column, apparently

unattached. A replacement part, he thought to himself, wandering over to it. It was about the level of his

With the thought that if he examined it he might learn something of the nature of the working machines, he

As his hands touched the metallic ball, there was a sudden terrible flash of power. He felt himself grasped by

forces beyond his control, paralyzed momentarily like one who has laid hold of an electrically charged wire.

He opened his mouth to scream in agony, but he could say nothing. A great force surged through his body,

radiating, charging every cell and atom of his being. He felt as if he were being lifted from the floor. Then the

globe seemed to dissolve in his hands. It became a glare of light, grew misty, and then vanished.

For a moment he stood there on tiptoe, arced with the potent violence of the force, glowing from within with

energies, and then he felt as if the supercharge were dissolving itself, slipping into him, sliding into the

He stood before the column, swaying, but still conscious and alive. His hands were still raised, but there was

He let them fall to his side and took a step. He was whole, he was sound, he was unharmed. He heard his

And he was. He could see no sign of damage. "I must have absorbed an awful lot of that energy or

After resting a moment, he decided to try the useless controls again. Going over to one small board, he idly

shoved a lever. This time he felt resistance. The lever was activated. There was a slight change in the

Mark Denning watched as Burl turned dials and levers and got responses. "You must have been charged in a

special way," he said excitedly. "That's how they lock their devices. They will only respond to a person

carrying that special energy charge, whatever it was. Come on, let's get to the main control, before the effect

The two dashed to the panel which, they guessed, activated the main Sun transmitter. Burl grabbed the

The humming rose in intensity, then quieted down and finally stopped. There was a series of clicks, and one

by one, the various globes, condensers and glowing machines died out. Above them came a whirring noise,

and Burl looked up to see the masts withdrawing into the building, their discs presumably left flat and

It felt different. Suddenly they knew that the vibrations which had been so heavy in the air about them were

gone. There was silence everywhere, the natural silence of an empty, lifeless building in an uninhabited

Burl and his father made their way to the break in the wall and climbed through it.

Outside, the Sun shone down brighter than it had before. The sky was the calm serene blue of a cloudless day.

Burl knew that at that same moment, all over the world, the sky was clearer and the Sun warmer.

But for how long? Behind them the building still stood and its inventors were still to be found.

THE DENNINGS did not have much time to speculate on the mystery of the Sunstealers. For just as they

were discussing what should be their next course of action, the problem was solved for them. There was a

roaring in the air, then a humming, and in a matter of a few more seconds, six rocket helicopters popped into

"They're U.S. planes!" gasped Burl, jumping to his feet and going to meet them. "It must mean that they

"Obviously," said his father, striding with him to greet the helmeted man who was now stepping out of the

lead machine. By this time the last of the squad had landed, and the khakiclad soldiers in them were already

disembarking. "I imagine that all over the world the sky turned a little brighter. It must have been apparent at

The leader of the 'copter men reached them. He was a tall, bronzed man, wearing the service coveralls and

markings of a captain of the Air Force. He stretched out his hand. "You must be the Dennings. I'm Captain

Saunders. I've been asked to bring you back with me right away so that we can get a complete report on this

"Why," said Burl, "we're ready right now. As soon as we can dump our packs aboard. But, gee, you mean go

Saunders smiled grimly. "To California. We just left there. I have been given urgent orders to waste no time.

The two Dennings looked at each other. This was important, all right. They realized that these planes had

flown on fast rockets the instant the sky had cleared. Possibly there was still a crisis one they had not heard

They did not pause to ask further questions. Mark Denning asked the captain to dispatch one of his 'copters to

the camp beyond the mountains to tell Gonzales to load up and start back for Lima. This order given, the two

With a whoosh, the squat craft lifted on its rockets, its jetdriven fan carried it up, folded, and the rocket

engine took over. On upward into the stratosphere they hurtled, across the Western Hemisphere, across the

face of jungle and isthmus, across the barren mountains of Mexico, and in a matter of less than half an hour,

settled down in the wide open field of a U.S. Air Force base in southern California. It was all so swift, so

sudden, that to Burl it seemed like a dream. There had been so many days in the field, in the peace and quiet

of the high mountains of the Andes. There had been the slow hunting around ageworn ruins; the careful,

deliberate sifting of tons of soil and sand for tiny shards; then this the urgent message, the trek, the weird

building, the strange, bodyfilling shock, and the control over the Suntheft globes, followed by the swift

Here he was in his home country weeks sooner than he had expected but not to return to his home and

school. No, for he felt that somehow an adventure was beginning that could lead anywhere. Perhaps his

adventure had actually ended, but he saw now that he would be questioned, probed, and asked to recount his

Burl and his father were met at the port by a group of officers and escorted rapidly to a room in a large

building. Here there were half a dozen men in civilian clothes. One by one, these men were introduced, and

There was a general from Army Intelligence. There was a high member of the State Department. There were

three noted astronomers among them the surprisingly young Russell Clyde and the elderly and famous Dr.

Merckmann. There was an aircraft manufacturer whose name graced a thousand planes, and an engineer who

The general, Walton Shrove, asked them to sit down. He was in charge of the affair. It turned out to be a

careful questioning of their story. It was not a hounding of questions as in a police quizzing, or a baiting from

newspapermen eager to get a scoop. Rather, their questions were deliberate and intelligent. They drew out the

full account of what Burl and his father had seen in that valley, and of what the Suntheft globes appeared to

be like in operation. They concentrated deeply on the curious experience which had placed in Burl the charge

"Would you mind," the general asked Burl, "if we subject you to a series of medical and electronic tests to

"Very well," the general smiled. "We'll make our purposes clear to you afterward. But we want to get this

Burl left the room in company with three technicians who had come in. They took him to the medical office

at the base and there he was given a complete check. At the electronics lab, electrodes were attached to him

and careful readings were made of the natural electrical resistance of his body, and of his apparent physical

As he entered, he sensed he had interrupted something important. His father looked at him, and Burl detected

in his face a certain curious mingling of pride and parental concern. What, the young man wondered, were

When he was seated, the company grew silent. The general pursed his lips, looked directly at Burl, and said,

"I think the time has come to acquaint you with the problem our world is facing. We may ask you to make a

He stopped. Every face at the table was grim. Mark Denning, too, was sober, though Burl detected that he

"It is apparent that some race of beings, some species from outer space, unknown to us, has begun a process

of tapping the power and light of the Sun for transmission elsewhere. The station on Earth, which you shut

down, was an important one. But... it was not the only one. There are others, operating in this solar system."

The old astronomer took the cue. "The observatories of the Earth, aided by the lunar observers, have

definitely determined that there is still a certain amount of light being shifted from the faces of other planets

and diverted. We have detected by telescopic and telethermic measurements that there are areas of

Sundisturbances on the surfaces of the planets Mercury and Mars. We suspect the existence of one on

Venus. We believe that this may prove to be true on other planets as well, but we have no doubt of the first

"Measurements of the amount of Sun power being piped away, and of the effect of the magnetic disturbances

used to create and maintain these stations, have shown that they will have a definite effect on the structure of

the Sun itself. We have not yet completed all our calculations, but preliminary studies indicate that if this type

of solar interference is not stopped, it may cause our Sun to nova in somewhere between two and three years

He stopped, but the thirtyyearold prodigy, Russell Clyde, took up the story. "By nova, we mean that the

Sun will literally explode. It will flame up, burst to many times its present size. Such an explosion will burn

Earth to cinders, render all the planets inside the orbit of Jupiter uninhabitable, scorch their atmospheres,

dissolve their waters into steam, and make them lifeless flaming deserts. We have seen other stars turn nova.

We have measured their explosions. We know just about what age and stability inside a sun is necessary to

cause this. And we fear that the danger of our own Sun doing so is great if the Suntapping is not

Everyone at the table was silent. Burl was stunned. Finally he caught his breath. "But how can we stop it? We

can't get to all the planets in time. Our rockets are not ready and rocketships would be too slow. Why it

would take two years for rocketships to reach Mars, if the expedition were ready now... and I understand that

General Shrove nodded. "That is correct. Our rocket engineering is not yet advanced enough to allow us to

take such emergency action. We are still only just over the doorstep of interplanetary flight and our

enemies, whoever they may be, are obviously far advanced. But, as you will see, we are not entirely without

All eyes turned to Lockhart, who was a short, stocky man in civilian clothes. Burl realized that this man had

been a colonel at one time, but remembered now that he had taken a post with one of the largest aviation

companies after leaving the service. Lockhart turned cold gray eyes directly to Burl.

"We have in my company's experimental grounds one virtually untested vessel which may be able to make a

flight to Mars, or any other planet, in the time allowed. This is the craft we refer to as AG 17, the

seventeenth such experiment, and the first to succeed. It is powered by an entirely new method of flight, the

Burl hung breathlessly on his next words. "You probably know that work on the scientific negation of gravity

has been going on since the early 1950's. It was known shortly after experiments had been conducted on

atomic and subatomic particles that grounds had at last been found by means of which a counteraction to

gravity might be set up. Early subatomic studies showed that such a force was not only theoretically possible,

but that certain subparticles actually displayed such tendencies. On the basis of these first discoveries, work

has been going on in the development of negative gravitational drive for at least twenty years. As early as

1956, there were not less than fourteen such projects under way in virtually all the leading aircraft industries

of the United States, not to mention the rest of the world. In the last few years, at the direction of the Air

Force, these projects have been consolidated, placed under one main roof, and brought to its present status,

He glanced at General Shrove, who returned the glance unsmilingly. "After the successful testing of several

models, a fullsized craft has been built which utilizes the new method of space drive. One such craft has

been built, and only one. This ship, if it works, is at this time the only means by which humanity can hope to

make the trips to the other places in the solar system from which the Sunstealers are working. It is with this

"But I emphasize again the experimental nature of this ship. What its capacities are and how well it will work

is still a matter of planningbook conjecture. We can prepare the ship to take off in one week's time. I do not

think, judging from what Merckmann and Clyde have said, that we can afford to wait any longer. Another

General Shrove spoke then. "It is already arranged that this AG 17 spaceship is going to go. A volunteer

crew has been selected; several of them are in this room." He nodded briefly to Clyde and to Lockhart

"But although these volunteers are among the best men in their fields, there isn't one of them who couldn't be

replaced by someone equally skilled in the same field. But there is one person on Earth right now who may

just possibly be unique. This person may hold, by virtue of an experience not shared by any other human

being, a special key that will render easier the task that this spaceship must fulfill."

He turned to Burl, who sat tingling with suspense. "You, Burl Denning, are apparently still carrying some

sort of electronic or subelectronic charge which is attuned to the controls of the Suntap station. We feel that

you should be along on this expedition. It will be long and dangerous, it will involve landings on worlds no

man has ever visited or expected to visit for hundreds of years. There is an enemy in the sky who will

certainly try to stop our single ship. To be bluntly honest, the voyagers on this ship face such dangers as

explorers have not faced since the days of Magellan and Cook. Its chances of return are remote. But with the

permission of your father, which he has already given, I would like to ask that you volunteer to join its crew."

Burl felt dizzy, his heart thumping painfully within his chest. He took a deep breath, and then carefully,

AROUND THE table there was a concerted sigh. Burl, his ears still throbbing from his sudden excitement,

realized each of them had been holding his breath. General Shrove smiled and glanced at the elder Denning,

At that moment, Burl knew that he had come of age. This moment of decision, coming truly and literally like

a bolt out of the blue, had thrust him into man's estate before his time. He would show that he was able to

Shrove now spoke to Lockhart. "Colonel, we are holding you to your schedule. According to it, you can take

off in five more days. Will you need any more time because of this addition to your crew?"

The stocky air veteran shook his head. "Not at all. We'll be loaded and ready on the hour I set. I'll take

Denning in hand and brief him on what he may need to know. Actually, we may even be able to get him a

homeleave. After all, his duties won't begin until actual planetfalls are made."

They rose from their seats. Burl stood up, uncertain as to procedure, but Lockhart came over to him and took

his arm. "Burl, we're going to have to give you a rundown on the ship and plans. We've no time to waste if

"I understand," said Burl. He turned and waved to his father, who was in conversation with the general. "I'll

Outside the building they were joined by several other members of the conference and immediately ringed

about by a squad of Air Force men wearing sidearms. Burl realized that they were to be thus guarded

everywhere they went. Obviously, the possibility that the builders of the Suntraps might have agents on

Russell Clyde, the young astronomer, was among their group. He walked over to Burl and shoved out a hand.

Clyde was about Burl's size. He had an engagingly boyish air about him, and Burl took a liking to him. Burl

had heard of him before. For the young man, while still a college student, had formulated a remarkable new

theory of the composition of galactic formations which had instantly focused the attention of the scientific

world upon him. This theory had been taken up by the graybeards of the scientific world and had survived

the test of their debates. Now associated with the great Mount Palomar Observatory, Russell Clyde had

The redhead nodded. "Yep. They're taking me as their chief astrogator. And don't think it's because I'm any

great shakes at it, either! It's just that I'm still young enough to take the kind of shoving around these high

Burl chuckled. "Ah, you're kidding, Dr. Clyde. You've probably been in on this from the beginning."

The other shook his head vigorously. "Nope. It was going to be Merckmann's baby, but when they realize

they have a fight on their hands, they always look for young blood. And, say, cut out this 'Doctor' stuff. Call

"How do you know that?" asked a tall, rather sharpfeatured man who had overheard them. "The colonel will

"I say he will... and you can bet on that," snapped Russell Clyde. He waved a hand in introduction. "This is

Caton nodded, but before he could continue the discussion, Lockhart rounded them all up, packed them into a

The next days were hectic ones. By car and plane the group was transferred to the large, closely guarded base

in Wyoming where the secret antigravity ship was waiting. Burl did not see the ship right away. First, he

was introduced to all the other members of the crew, and given a mass of papers to study which outlined the

basic means of the new space drive, and which detailed the opinions and suggestions of various experts as to

methods of procedure and courses of action. He was subjected to various space medical tests to determine his

reactions under differing pressures and gravities. Although it proved a strenuous and exhausting routine, he

emerged from the tests with flying colors. The expedition was commanded, as he had known, by Colonel

Lockhart who would also act as chief pilot. The famous military flier proved to be a forceful personality with

Russell Clyde was the chief astrogator and astonomical expert. Assisting him was the rather pedantic and

sober Samuel Oberfield, a mathematical wizard and astrophysicist, on leave from an assistant professorship at

one of the great universities. Clyde and Oberfield would also act as copilots relieving Lockhart.

Harvey Caton, blond Jurgen Detmar and the jovial Frank Shea were the threeman engineering crew.

Completing the members of the expedition was another trio chosen to act as general crew, medical and

commissary men while in flight, and as a trained explorerfighter unit while on planetside. Roy Haines, of

whose exploits in Africa and the jungles of South America Burl Denning had heard, was the first of these, a

rugged, weatherbeaten, but astonishingly alert explorer. Captain Edgar Boulton, on leave from the United

States Marines, was the second a man who had made an impressive record in various combat actions in his

country's service. The Antarctic explorer, Leon Ferrati, completed the listing. Ferrati was an expert on getting

along in conditions of extreme frigidity and hostile climates. Of these men, only Lockhart, Clyde, Detmar and

It was still, thought Burl, a large crew for a spaceship. No rocket built to date had ever been able to carry such

a load. But by then he had realized that the strict weight limitations imposed by rocket fuels no longer applied

to this new method of space flight. Burl found himself more and more anxious to see this wonderful craft.

It was not until the morning of the second day that Burl's chance came. He had fallen asleep on the stiff army

cot in the hastily improvised base on the Wyoming prairie where the final work was being done. The day had

been a confused jumble of impressions, with little time to catch his breath. Now he had slept the sleep of

"Up and dress," the colonel greeted him. "We're taking you out to look the ship over. Detmar will come along

Burl threw his clothes on, gulped down breakfast in the company of the others at the messhall, and soon was

speeding along a wide, new road that ran up to the mountains edging the wide western plain. As they neared

the mountains, he saw a high wooden wall blocking the road and view; this was the barrier that concealed the

They passed the guards' scrutiny and emerged into the valley. The AG 17 loomed suddenly above them, and

Burl's first impression was of a glistening metal fountain roaring up from the ground, gathering itself high in

The ship was like a huge, gleaming raindrop. It stood two hundred feet high, the wide, rounded, blunt bulk of

it high in the air, as if about to fall upward instead of downward. It tapered down to a thin, perfectly

streamlined point which touched the ground. It was held uprightly by a great cradle of girders and beams. At

various points the polished steel was broken by indentations or inset round dots that were thick portholes or

indications of entry ports. Around its equator, girding the widest section was a ring of portholes, and there

As the three men drew near the tail, the great bulk loomed overhead, and Burl felt as if its weight were

Two men were suspended from the scaffolding above. Burl twisted his neck and saw that the designation

AG 17 and the whitestar insignia of the United States had been lettered along the sides. But what was it the

"It will read Magellan," said Lockhart, following Burl's eyes. "We've decided that that would be the

appropriate name for it. For what we are going to have to do with it is not just to make a simple trip to

Burl found his eyes dazzled by the vessel, hanging like a giant bulbous mushroom over them. Around him, he

began to realize that a number of other activities were going on. There were spidery scaffolds leading up to

open ports in the metallic sides. Workmen were raising loads of material into these ports, and for an instant

Burl caught sight of Haines, in rough work clothes, shouting orders from one of the openings as to exactly

At last he took his eyes away from the startling sight. The little valley around him had a number of low

storage shacks. A road led in from another pass through the mountains. Two loaded trucks came down this

pass now in low gear. Lockhart, watching, remarked, "We are having our equipment and supplies flown up to

"Why didn't you leave this ship where it was built in your plant in Indiana and load it from there?" Burl

"It would have been easier," said the colonel, "but security thought it better to transfer the craft to its

launching sight up here in these deserted hills. We are going to make our takeoff from here because we are

still too experimental to know what might happen if something kicked up or if the engines failed. We'd hate

to splatter all over a highly populated industrial area. Besides, you must know, if you looked over those

Burl nodded. Detmar cut in. "Why don't we get aboard and show him over the ship? It will be easier to make

Suiting action to the word, the three went over to one of the loading platforms, climbed on the wiry little

elevator, and were hoisted up fifty feet to the port in the side of the ship. They entered well below the vast,

overhanging equatorial bulge which marked the wide end of the teardropshaped vessel.

They walked through a narrow plasticwalled passage, broken in several places by tight, round doors bearing

storage vault numbers. At the end of the passage they came to a doublewalled metal air lock. They stepped

through and found themselves in what was evidently the living quarters of the spaceship.

The Magellan was an entirely revolutionary design as far as space vehicles were concerned. Its odd shape

was no mere whimsy, but a practical model. If a better design were to be invented, it would only come out of

It had long been known, ever since Einstein's early equations, that there was a kinship between electricity,

magnetism, and gravitation. In electricity and magnetism there were both negative and positive fields

manifesting themselves in the form of attraction and repulsion. These opposing characteristics were the basis

But for gravitation, there had seemed at first no means of manipulating it. As it was to develop, this was due

to two factors. First, the Earth itself possessed a gravitational phenomenon in this force outside of that

intense, allpervading field. Second, to overcome this primal force required the application of energy on such

There was a simple parallel, Burl had been told the day before by Sam Oberfield, in the history of aviation. A

practical, propellerdriven flying machine could not be constructed until a motor had been invented that was

compact, light and powerful enough to operate it. So all efforts to make such machines prior to the

development of the internal combustion engine in the first days of the twentieth century were doomed to

failure. Likewise, in this new instance, a machine to utilize gravitation could not be built until a source of

power was developed having the capacity to run it. Such power was found only in the successful harnessing

of the hydrogen disintegration explosion the Hbomb force. The first success at channeling this nuclear

power in a nonbomb device had been accomplished in England in 1958. The Zetaring generator had been

Only this source of harnessed atomic power could supply the force necessary to drive an AG ship.

The nose of the Magellan housed an Hpower stellar generator. Within the bulk of the top third of the ship

was this massive power source, its atomic components, its uraniumhydrogen fuel, and the beam that

"Negating gravity is not a simple matter like inventing a magic sheet of metal that cuts off the pull of the

Earth, such as H. G. Wells wrote about," Oberfield had explained. "That is impossible because it ignores all

the other laws of nature; it forgets the power of inertia, it denies the facts of mass and density. It takes just as

much energy to lift an antigravity ship as to lift a rocketship. The difference is only in the practicality of the

power source. A rocketship must burn its fuel by chemical explosion in order to push its cargo load upward.

Its fuel is limited by its own weight and by the awkwardness of its handling. This AG ship also must supply

energy, footpound for footpound, for every foot it raises the vehicle. But due to the amount of energy

supplied by this new generator, such power is at last available in one compact form in such concentration that

He went on to explain that what then happened was that the vessel, exerting a tremendous

countergravitational force, literally pushed itself up against Earth's drive. At the same time, this force could

be used to intensify the gravitational pull of some other celestial body. The vessel would begin to fall toward

As every star, planet, and satellite in the universe was exerting a pull on every other one, the antigravity

spaceship literally reached out, grasped hold of the desired gravitational "rope" hanging down from the sky,

and pulled itself up it. It would seem to fall upward into the sky. It could increase or decrease the effect of its

fall. It could fall free toward some other world, or it could force an acceleration in its fall by adding repulsion

In flight, therefore, the wide nose was the front. It would fall through space, pulled by the power beam

generated from this front. The rear of the spaceship was the tapering, small end.

As Burl was shown over the living quarters it became plain to him that the actual living spaces in the

Magellan were inside a metal sphere hanging on gymbals below the equatorial bulge that housed the power

drive. The bulk of this sphere was always well within the outer walls of the teardrop, and thus protected from

radiation. Being suspended on gymbals, the sphere would rotate so that the floor of the living quarters was

Burl and the others explored the three floors that divided the inner sphere, all oriented toward Earth. The

central floor, housing the sleeping quarters and living quarters, was compact but roomier than might have

been expected. There were five bunkrooms, each shared by two men. There was a main living and dining

room. On the lowermost floor was the cookroom, a small dispensary, and immediate supplies. On the upper

floor was the control room, with its charts and television viewplates which allowed visin all directions from

In the spaces between the inner sphere and the outer shell were the basic storage areas. Here supplies and

equipment were being stocked against all possible emergencies. In the tapering space of the tail below the

sphere was a rocketlaunching tube. Stored in the outer shells were various vehicles for planetary

Haines came into the control room where the three were standing. He was wiping his hands on a piece of

cloth, and looked tired. "Finally got the special, sealedengine jeep stowed away," he said. "I was afraid we

weren't going to get it in time. The Moonbase people had ordered it, and they're going to holler bloody

Lockhart shrugged. "Let 'em yell. It'll be too late when they find out. How much longer will we need before

Haines drew a chair up to the chart table and sat down. "I expect to get some more stuff tomorrow, and then

the twoman rocket plane the next day. We already have the fourman rocket aboard. That'll do it. The rest

Lockhart nodded. "We're just about set. Denning here can take a quick trip home tomorrow, and we'll be

Burl looked about him quickly. One day, two days, maybe a third and then, the plunge into the unknown.

Detmar reached upward and drew down a metal ladder hanging in the curved ceiling of the chamber. "I'm

going to take a look in the engine room," he said. "Want to come along?" he asked Burl.

Before the young man could say yes, Lockhart shook his head. "No, I don't want him to. I don't want anyone

going up there who doesn't have to. That stuff is shielded, but you can never be sure."

Burl was disappointed, for he had wanted to see the nuclear generators. But Detmar shook his head, smiled,

and pushed aside a round trap door in the ceiling. Burl could see that it connected with a similar door a foot

higher. Detmar pushed it open and ascended into the forbidden sphere of the Zetarings. Burl got a glimpse

Later as they drove out through the valley, Burl looked back at the huge ship, and now, instead of appearing

like an overhanging metal waterfall, he saw it as a widenosed bullet, aiming at the sky, surging against its

BURL'S VISIT home was a curious interlude. Actually, he had been away only a few weeks, since the

summer vacation had begun, yet this single day had an air about it different from that of any other

homecoming. He found himself continually looking at things in a more inquisitive, more thoughtful manner.

That which had been commonplace was suddenly something valuable, a sight to be treasured. For he had

realized, as he sat in the fast plane transporting him home, that the Earth was itself a planet among planets,

and that this might possibly prove to be his last visit to town where he had been born. He had pondered, as he

had gazed out of the ship's windows, just what it could mean to depart from this world and travel among the

uncharted reaches of empty and hostile space... to set foot upon planets where no human foot had ever

So his home, his mother, his friends, the street on which he lived, took on a novel air. He studied them while

enjoying a quiet day at home. He watched the cars in the street, so amusingly compact and small, each

designed in the fleeting style of the year. The cars of a dozen years ago had been designed for length and size,

but the trend had been the opposite for a decade now. The cars grew smaller and their lines weirder as the

What other planet could boast of such simultaneously astonishing ingenuity and wondrous tomfoolery?

He looked at the people going about their business, the other boys of his age intent on their summer jobs and

summer fun, and wondered if he would ever be able to join them again without the cares of a world on his

People were unaware of the crisis that hung over the solar system. There had been news of the dimming of

the Sun, but the meaning behind it had been carefully screened, and the expedition was a top secret. It availed

the world nothing to panic about this matter. Now the odd weather quirks had been forgotten, and the main

subjects on people's tongues were the baseball scores and the latest telemovies.

When Burl kissed his mother and father goodby, it was with a sense that he was also kissing goodby to his

This mood lingered with him back at the base, although his companions of the trip to come seemingly did not

share it. On the last day, quarters had been assigned in the Magellan, and the men moved their belongings to

their tight bunks in the heart of the ship. Clyde had his way, and he and Burl shared a doubledecker

There was a hustle and bustle in the valley. The supplies seemed unending, and Burl wondered why the

variety. "For once, we've got lifting power to spare," was Russ's comment. "Nobody knows what we're going

to need on the various planets, so Lockhart is simply piling aboard everything he can think of. You'd be

amazed at the space we have for storage. And Caton says that the more we stick in there, the better the

shielding is against the radiation belt surrounding Earth and probably the other planets as well."

"I thought we were already well protected," said Burl. "With the atomic generators, we had to be shielded

He and Burl were already in their quarters, stowing their clothes. "We leave in an hour," said Burl. "Are we

Clyde shook his head. "Lockhart talked it over with us yesterday, and we decided to take off from right here."

By "us," Burl knew the operational group was meant, which consisted of the colonel, the two astronomers,

Caton as head of the engineering section, and Haines. "To tell the truth, nobody knows how easily this ship

will handle. We're shielded well enough so that a short passage through the radiation belt three hundred miles

up and for the next fifteen hundred miles shouldn't have any effect on us at all. The rockets, which can't be

shielded because of the weight limitations, have to go up at Boothia because there, at the North Magnetic

Boothia Peninsula was a barren spot far up in the Arctic Zone on Canada's frozen eastern coast. On it was

constructed the world's major space port a lonely outpost from which rockets departed for the equally

lonely Moon bases. Burl had read about it and had looked forward to seeing it, but realized that the flight of

the Magellan marked still another change in the fastaltering history of the conquest of space.

The hour passed quickly. The little valley was cleared of visitors. The crew was called to takeoff posts

Lockhart at the controls, Clyde and Oberfield at the charts, Detmar watching the energy output. The rest of

the crew had been strapped into their bunks. By special request, Burl was observing in the control room,

seated in a halfreclining position like the others, in a wellpadded chair, strapped tight.

Haines had remarked as he had supervised the strappingin, "Nobody knows whether this is going to be

necessary. But we're taking no chances." He'd gone to his quarters and done the same thing.

Lockhart watched the registering of the dials in front of him, waiting for the load to build up. There was a

muffled whine from overhead as the generators built up current. Detmar called out a cryptic number every

few seconds and the colonel checked it. The two astronomers were idle, watching their viewers. They'd made

"Time," called out the colonel, pressing a button. A gong rang throughout the quarters. He moved a lever

Burl waited for the surge of pressure he had read always occurred at takeoff. But there was no such

pressure. He lay back in his seat, gripping the arms. Gradually he became aware of a curious sensation. He

seemed to be getting lightheaded, and to tingle with unexpected energy. He felt an impulse to giggle, and he

kicked up his foot to find it surprisingly agile. About him the others were stirring in their seats as if caught by

Now he felt loose against his bonds and he became a little dizzy. There was a pounding in his head as blood

"We're losing weight," muttered Clyde from his chair, and Burl knew the ship was tensing to take off.

The great generators were beginning to push against Earth's gravity and, as their force moved upward to

match Earth's, the weight of everything in their sway decreased accordingly. Lockhart's first move was

In a few moments that point was accomplished. A state of weightlessness was obtained within the Magellan.

Those watching outside from bunkers in the surrounding mountains saw the huge teardrop shiver and begin

to rise slowly above its cradle of girders. It floated gently upward, moving slowly off as the force of Earth's

centrifugal drive began to manifest itself against the metal bubble's great mass.

Everyone on the crew had experienced zero gravity, either in the same tests Burl had undergone or on actual

satellite flights, and thus far, no one was too uncomfortable. The entire structure of the ship quivered, and

Burl realized that the inner sphere which housed their air space was hanging free on its gymbals.

Lockhart rang a second gong, then turned a new control. The pitch of the generators, faintly audible to them,

changed, took on a new keening. The ship seemed suddenly to jump as if something had grasped it. The

feeling of weightlessness vanished momentarily, then there was a moment of dizziness and a sudden

For a shocking instant, Burl felt himself hanging head downward from a floor which had surprisingly turned

into a ceiling. He opened his mouth to shout, for he thought he was about to plunge onto the hard metal of the

Then there was a whirling sensation, a sideways twisting that swung him about against the straps. As it came,

the room seemed to shift. The curved base of the control room, which had been so suddenly a floor, became

in a moment a wall, lopsided and eerie. Then it shifted again. and, startlingly, Burl sagged back into his

Lockhart bent over the controls, cautiously moving a lever bit by bit. Clyde was bent over his viewer, calling

Now, at last, Burl felt the pressure he had expected. His weight grew steadily greater, back to normal, then

increased. He found himself concentrating on his breathing, forcing his lungs up against the increasing weight

"Hold up," his buzzing eardrums heard someone say possibly Oberfield. "We don't need to accelerate more

The weight lessened instantly. Then the pressure was off. Everything seemed normal. Lockhart sat back and

In one viewer, Burl glimpsed the black of outer space and in another, the wide grayishgreen bowl of the

The redhead looked up at him and smiled. "Better than we might have expected for a first flight," he said.

"We're latching on to the Sun's grip now. We're falling toward the Sun; not just falling, but pulling ourselves

faster toward it, so that we can keep up a normal gravity pressure. We're soon going to be going faster than

any rocket has ever gone. The livingspace sphere rotated itself as soon as we started that. That's what made

everything seem upside down that time and why everything has come back to normal."

Burl nodded. "But that means that in relation to Earth we are ourselves upside down right now!"

"Of course," said Clyde. "But in space, everything is strictly relative. We are no longer on Earth. We are a

"Why the Sun?" asked Burl. "I thought our first objective was to be the planet Venus?"

"It was too hard to get a fix on Venus from so near the Earth. Instead, we latched on to the Sun to pull us

inward. When we are near to Venus' orbit, we'll reverse and pull in on Venus," was the astronomer's answer.

"Isn't that rather risky?" asked Burl, remembering some of the quick briefings he had been given. "That's a

Lockhart looked up quickly. "Yes, you're right," he admitted. "But on a trip like this we've got to learn to

For an instant Burl felt a chill. He realized then what all the other men on the ship had known all along that

in this flight they were all amateurs, that everything they did was to be improvisation in one way or another,

GRADUALLY THE ship settled down to routine. There was, as Burl discovered, nothing very much to do

for most of the crew on such a space flight. The course was charted in advance, a pattern laid out that would

carry the ship falling toward its objective falling in a narrow curving orbit. A certain amount of time would

pass during which the ship would traverse a specific section of this plotted route at a certain rate of speed or

Then, at a specified moment, the speed would be checked, the attraction of the Sun reversed, and the ship

would attempt to brake itself and to halt its fall toward the great Sun. At such a time as its fall came to a stop,

it should, if the calculations had been correct, be crossing the orbit of the planet Venus in the same place and

at about the same moment that Venus itself would be. In that way, the ship would arrive at the planet.

Now all these calculations had been made, and once made, set into motion on the control panels of the ship.

The interval of many days between actually left little to do, except for making astronomical observations,

checking on the performance of the stellarators, setting a watch against the damage caused by meteors and

micrometeors, and following the ordinary procedures of meals and sleep periods. The men set up an

Earthtime schedule of twentyfour hours, divided the crew into three eighthour shifts, and conducted

Burl did not find time weighing on his hands. Despite the limited space available to the ten men, there was

When Russell Clyde was off duty, he spent much time with Burl at the widescreen viewers that showed the

black depths of interplanetary space surrounding them. The Earth dwindled to a brilliant green disc, while

ahead of them the narrow crescent of approaching Venus could be seen growing gradually. Ruddy Mars was

sharp but tiny, a point of russet beyond the green of Earth. And the stars never had Burl seen so many

stars a firmament ablaze with brilliant little points of light the millions of suns of the galaxy and the

On the other side, the side toward which they fell, the Sun was a blinding sphere of white light, its huge

Seen to one side, surprisingly close to the Sun, was a tiny halfmoon. "That's Mercury," said Russ, pointing it

out. "The smallest planet and the closest to the Sun. After we leave Venus, we'll have to visit it. We know

there's a Suntap station there and because it's so close to the Sun its orbit ranges between twentyeight

million miles and under fortyfour million miles the station must be a most important and large one."

Burl gazed at the point of light that was the innermost planet. "Those Suntap stations... The more I think

about it, the more I wonder what we're up against. It seems to me that it ought to be easy for the kind of

people who can build such things to catch us and stop us. In fact, I wonder why they haven't already gone

Russ whistled softly between his teeth. "We've some ideas about that. The military boys worked on it. You

know you can figure out a lot of things from just a few bits of evidence. We have such evidence from what

Burl turned away from the viewer. "Let's find him now. I don't think he's very busy. He said something about

Russ nodded, and the two of them got up from their seat. With a wave to Oberfield and Caton on duty at the

controls, the two climbed down the ladder that led into the middle part of the living space. They looked into

Haines's quarters but he wasn't there. So they went down the next hatchway into the lower section.

Haines and Ferrati were sitting at a table in the cooking quarters, drinking coffee. The two men, both heavy

and muscular, used to the open spaces and the feel of the winds, were taking the enforced confinement in the

cramped and artificially oxygenated space of the ship will ill ease. For them, it was like a stretch in jail.

They greeted the two younger men jovially and invited them to a seat. While Russ poured a cup of coffee for

himself, Burl opened the subject of how much the expedition had worked out about the enemy.

Haines's pale blue eyes gleamed. "You can know an awful lot about an enemy if you know what he didn't do

as well as what he did do. If you figure out what you yourself should have done under the same

circumstances, and know he didn't do, why, that gives you some valuable hints as to his deficiencies. As we

see it, we've got a fighting chance of spoiling his game. Certainly of spoiling it long enough to allow Earth

several more years to get a fleet of ships like this into operation and give him plenty of trouble."

Suddenly Burl felt more cheerful. At the back of his mind there had been a carefully concealed point of cold

terror he remembered the clean efficiency of the Suntap station, the evidence of a science far beyond that

Haines leaned back and rubbed his hands together. "There were several things that gave their weaknesses

away. When we put it all together, we decided that the enemy represents some sort of limited advanced force

or scouting group of a civilization still too far away to count in the immediate future. We decided that the

enemy isn't too aware of our present abilities that his intelligence service is poor as far as modern Earth is

concerned. We figure he won't be able to act with any speed to repair the damages we make."

"Tell them how we worked that out," said Ferrati, who had begun to grow again the short black beard that

"Well," said Haines, drawing the word out to build up suspense, "did you know that the station in the Andes,

the one you cracked open, was built at least thirty years ago? And never put into operation in all that time?"

Burl was surprised. "Why... I hadn't thought of it but it could have been. That valley was so isolated and

"Right," Haines added, "and our investigation team studied the remains, the foundations, the layout, and we're

"The second clue was the relative flimsiness of the walls. The builders hadn't expected us to be able to blow

them up. They were some sort of quick construction a plastic, strong, but not able to hold up against

"Now why was that? And the third clue, why didn't they have a repair system available, or at least some sort

Burl looked at Ferrati. The latter was watching him shrewdly to see if he could figure it out.

"The builders didn't expect an air attack," said Burl slowly, "because of the air disturbances. They did not

know we would have a Moon base that could spot their location. Hence they figured that our civilization

would remain as it was thirty years ago. We wouldn't have been able to spot the location at that time, because

it required outerspace observation. It might have taken us several years of tramping around to locate it."

"And the lack of a strong permanent construction? After all, a concrete and steelenforced embankment,

which any military force on Earth could have put there, would have balked your dynamite attack," probed

"That means they didn't have the time or the means to make such a construction. They must have had a single

ship with the kind of equipment that could lay out a quick base in the shortest time!" said Burl.

"Right!" snapped Haines. "The Suntap must have been built by a relatively small team, which probably

came in a single explorer ship. The ship was equipped with automatic factory machinery that could turn out

an adequate base for an uninhabited planet, an airless moon, and so on but they didn't have the stuff for a

"Another indication of that is the thirtyyear delay," added Ferrati. "Obviously, they arrived in this solar

system from somewhere outside it. We figure that way because otherwise they would have been prepared to

do the job on all the planets in the same trip and start operations at once. They must have made some

observations of this solar system from a point in space at least as far away as another star. That means not

less than four and half lightyears away Proxima Centauri being the nearest star after our Sun, and four

and a half lightyears from us. Their observations were imperfect. They found more planets and problems

than they had supposed. So they had to make a second trip to get enough supplies to finish their Suntap base

constructions. It took them thirty years between the first stations and the ones that completed the job.

"And that, too, suggests that only one ship was originally involved here. Of course, maybe they came back

with more the second time, but it still looks as if the main force hasn't arrived. And won't until after the Sun

"Then that means," said Burl quickly, "that we are still dealing with just a small and isolated group?"

."Maybe," said Haines. "Just what constitutes a small group may be hard to say. I rather think they'd have

brought the engineers and at least an advance working party of settlers with them the second trip in. But they

are still short of available ships they're still not aware of what we may be going to do."

Haines looked thoughtful. "This is conjecture. But if they planted any spies among our Earth people, there's

been no contact, because otherwise they'd have known we could track and crack their base as soon as it

started. This means that they still haven't had scouting ships to spare for checking up on what they did the

first time. No checkup means no spare personnel to do the checking. They just assumed that we hadn't caught

"And that also may mean that these people are hard up," said Ferrati. "Wherever they came from, their

civilization has been great, but it's gone to seed. They plan to seize another solar system, start over again, and

they haven't the abundance of material needed to set up simple check and guard stations, such as any major

"Why, that means we've got a fighting chance to lick 'em," said Burl joyfully. "I kept thinking we'd run into

"We've got a fighting chance, all right," said Haines. "We may be able to rip up their Suntap layouts, but

what if we meet the main explorer ship itself? Anybody who can cross interstellar space and warp the power

of the Sun, can probably outshoot, outrun, and outfight us. Let's hope we don't meet them until we've done

On this note the little discussion broke up as the gong rang for the next watch.

It made sense to Burl. If the Magellan could just operate fast enough, keep on the jump, they'd save the day.

But and he realized that nobody had mentioned it aloud it also followed that the enemy however

small its group was still in the solar system somewhere and would certainly be starting to take action very

The time came when the ship was to start slowing, to prepare itself for the meeting with Venus. Burl saw the

hour and minute approach and watched Lockhart take the controls and set the new readings. The steady hum

of the generators a vibration that had become a constant feature of the ship altered, and for everyone it

was a relief. Their minds had become attuned to the steady pitch. One didn't realize how annoying a nuisance

it was until it stopped. As the stellar generators let down on the drag on the Sun, the gravity within the ship

lessened. In a few moments there was a condition of zero, and those who had forgotten to strap themselves

There was a shift in the pitch, and the generators applied repulsion against the pull of the Sun. Those floating

in the air crashed suddenly against the ceiling, then slid violently down the walls onto the floor as the inner

sphere rotated on its gymbals to meet the new center of gravitational pull this time away from the Sun.

The viewers flickered off and then on again as their connecting surfaces inside and outside the sphere's

double layer of walls slid apart and matched up again. For an instant, as he saw the viewers blank out, Burl

thought of what might happen if the sphere didn't rotate all the way. They would find themselves blind.

Now the ship proceeded on its charted orbit, slowing to meet Venus. Several hours went by, one meal, and

Burl had returned to his bunk, his rest period having arrived. Russ remained at the controls on duty, checking

Burl tossed restlessly, the light out in the little cabin. Something was bothering him, and after a while he

realized that Clyde should have come off duty before this. He glanced at the clock and calculated that Russ

He slipped out of his bunk and climbed into his pants. Ascending into the control room, he saw Lockhart, the

two astronomers, and the entire engineering crew gathered over the controls in worried concentration.

He peered over their shoulders, but the dials meant little to him, since he did not know what they should have

Russ took his aside. "We're not going to make our connection with Venus," he said. "Our generators didn't

operate exactly as we had hoped. We haven't been able to slow down enough, the pull of the Sun is stronger

than the power we can raise to stop it at our present speed. We're going to shoot past Venus' orbit way ahead

of the planet, and we're still heading sunward at a faster rate than we figured on."

"As things stand right now," said the youthful astrogator, "that's just what is happening."

IT SEEMED strange to Burl at that moment that there wasn't more excitement on board the Magellan. To

learn so early in the game that all were doomed should have brought more reaction. It should have excited

some sort of frenzy, or efforts to abandon ship, or something. But the men in the cabin, though keyed up,

Instead, there seemed to be grim concentration on their faces, an earnestness that spoke of a plan. Through a

viewer which had been shielded so that the light would not blind the eyes, Burl could see the wide disc of the

Sun now. A few spots were visible on its blazing surface, and great tongues of burning gases encircled it for

hundreds of thousands of miles. Were they really destined to end a mere cinder an instantaneous flicker of

Clyde was working with Oberfield at the calculators. Burl watched them in silence, trying to determine what

it was they were getting at. Finally they pulled a figure from one of their machines and took it over to

Lockhart and the engineers. There was a brief conference, and something seemed to be agreed upon.

Clyde's face, which had been tense, was now more relaxed. "I think we've got the problem licked," came the

"What's up?" asked Burl. "If we shoot past Venus, we should still be able to come to a stop, fall away from

"We're altering our plans," interrupted Russ. "Of course, we could brake that much we found out for sure.

The trouble lay in our lack of effective tests for the Magellan's drive. We thought we knew just what it would

do, but after all, the problems of space are intricate. It turned out that it did not act so effectively against the

Sun as had been calculated. Either that, or the Sun's pull was stronger at this proximity than registered on our

instruments. Chasing after Venus, after coming back to its orbit, could be done, but it would prove

timeconsuming and difficult to plan. What we are doing instead is altering our schedule."

"But then there's no other place to go from here but Mercury. Is that what the new plan is?" Burl asked him.

Russ nodded. "Mercury is coming around this side of the Sun. By the time we have braked, we will be closer

to its orbit than to that of Venus. So we shall proceed inward toward it and make our first planetfall there."

Mercury, the smallest and hottest planet in the system. Burl remembered that it was one of the two worlds

that they knew for sure had a Suntap station on it. He went down the hatch to carry the news to the landing

Haines, Burl discovered, had already heard the new plan on the intercom from Lockhart. As soon as Burl

joined them, the four men, including Ferrati and Boulton, went into a planning session.

The problem of Mercury was a hard one. As Ferrati remarked, "It would have been better to tackle this one

"Yes, but on the other hand," was Haines's comment, "Mercury's station is probably one of the most

important located as it is, so close to the Sun. With ideal conditions for steady, undiverted concentration of

"The problem boils down and I do mean 'boils' to heat," Boulton laughed. "Mercury rotates on its axis

only once a year its year being only eightyeight of our days long. This means that just as the Moon

presents only one side to the Earth, Mercury always presents the same hemisphere to the Sun. On the Sun

side, therefore, there is always day. The Sun appears to be fixed in the sky. Naturally, we assume the Suntap

"Matter of fact," said Haines dryly, "the records show the heat in the center of the Sun side reaches 770�

"The problem is how to reach the station over such a boiling landscape," summed up Burl. "It seems to me

Haines nodded. "Let's get to work on a plan of action, men. We've got a few days to get our equipment laid

Those few days passed quickly enough. When several possible schemes had been outlined, the men made

lists of the types of equipment that might be used with each. Then, putting on pressurized space suits and

carrying air tanks, they left the inner sphere and worked through the cargo space surrounding it within the

outer frame of the spaceship. There had originally been air here, but now they found most of it was gone,

thinned out from infinitely tiny leaks in the outer shell caused by the constant bombardment of microscopic

They located each piece of equipment and moved it into position for easy handling.

The ship came to its halting point, where the repulsion against the Sun finally braked it against the

gravitational pull of the Sun. Then, by increasing the selective pull of the approaching planet Mercury, they

Mercury was changing in appearance. As they neared it from the outer side, its lighted half swung away from

their view, and what they saw was a constantly narrowing crescent, growing larger even as it narrowed.

Finally the hour came when they swung up close, coming in on the eternally sunless, night side of the little

They swooped low over the dark surface, taking observations and measurements. "It's not as cold as we might

suppose," said Oberfield after his first readings. "There's a certain amount of heat all along the rim of the dark

side. Radiation, I suppose, as well as the fact that there's a certain amount of wobbling done by the planet."

Burl was studying the surface. "Seems to me that much of the dark side has a gleam to it. Something reflects

"I can guess what that is," said Russ. "It must be covered, at least in the central portions, with a sea of frozen

The ship moved along toward the twilight edge, then began circling the planet along that intermediate belt,

where the Sun could be seen peeking over the horizon in eternal dawn. There was a cluster of men at the

radiation counter, looking for evidence of the Suntap station. Finally, after passing over a chain of darkened

mountains, eerily lighted at the peaks by the Sun, there came a yell. Distortion had been detected.

Once on it, they swung the ship outward into space again and moved along further over the sunlit side. Burl

He saw an ugly and terrifying world. The planet, which had a diameter of only 3,100 miles, compared to

Earth's 7,900, was virtually without an atmosphere. Its surface was baked hard, brilliantly white, covered with

long, deep cracks that cut hundreds of miles into the shriveled and burned surface. There were areas of dark

mountain ranges, bare and jagged, whose metallic surface imparted a darker shade to the pervading glare.

And there were patches here and there on the surface that gleamed balefully probably spots of molten

Haines, standing next to him, was muttering, "It can't be too far in, it can't. How could they build it?"

A huge canyon tore raggedly across a plain. There was a jumble of mountains, a chain edging in from the

twilight zone. And in a corner, about two hundred miles out into the hot side, at a narrow ledge where the

mountains came down and the canyon came together, there was a circular structure.

They could see, as soon as the telescopic sight had been adjusted, that it was a large station. It was encircled

by a featureless wall. It had no roof. Rising on masts above it was a whole forest of gleaming discs pointing

On the tops of the mountain peaks, a half mile from the station, was another series of masts. These were

"The accumulators and the transmitters," said Burl.L "We'll have to get them both."

"Getting the transmitters will be easy," said Haines. "After we shut off the station, we'll just bomb the

Burl choked. "Why, it never occurred to me, but why can't we bomb the station from the air? One atomic

bomb should finish it off." He almost added, And you wouldn't have needed me after all, but squashed the

"There's a distortion, as there was at the Andes station, that would make it hard to hit. But I imagine we could

do it if we tried hard enough. But that isn't what we want at first. It's important, very important, that we get

pictures and details of this station from inside. We can't just break up the enemy installations we've got to

learn from them, we must find out how they do it and how we can use it." This was Lockhart speaking.

Haines nodded reluctantly. "Yep," and turning to the three who would accompany him, he ordered, "let's go."

The four explorers gathered near the exit port. They had put on space suits and strapped on various items of

equipment, weapons and work tools. They passed through the airlock into the cargo section of the ship.

Communicating through the helmet radios, Haines directed each what to do, and also directed Lockhart

Burl heard Lockhart's voice warn them that he did not want to hold the ship too long over the sunny hot side.

"We've already noticed a buildup of heat from the solar radiation on the skin. And the heat radiating from

Mercury is accumulating too fast. We can't get rid of it if both sides of this ship are going to be heated up. As

"Uh huh," came Haines's voice. "We don't want to hang around here any too long, either."

Then the four, as prearranged, unlimbered the work rocket they had picked. There were several sizes of small

exploration craft. They had at first thought of the tractor an enclosed, airtight truck on tractor wheels

which could crawl up to the station while the men inside it were protected by air conditioning. But a quick

survey showed that it would overheat too fast and might easily bog down in one of the many soft spots. So

The ship was airtight and pressurized. They had taken every precaution. The four piled in with their supplies.

Then, as the Magellan swooped momentarily lower, the escape hatch opened and, with Ferrati at the controls,

They raced low over the burning landscape, and before them the wide, dark, forbidding canyon cut its way

suddenly they were in darkness. Immediately, the plane's cooling system became more effective as Ferrati

guided the rocket through the shadowy depths away from the blazing sunbeams. Burl saw, by means of the

They raced along the crevice until they reached the mountain chain. Here, Ferrati abruptly raised the nose of

Before them loomed the hard unbroken walls of the Suntap station. The rocket plane came to a stop a

As soon as it had halted, Burl and Ferrati leaped out, with white sheets thrown over their suits to afford some

extra protection from the Sun's rays. Between them they carried a long, awkward affair of poles and plastic.

Burl's feet touched the ground; through the cushioned leather of his thick boots he felt the heat just as if he

had stepped on a hot stove. He moved quickly, and as they had rehearsed, he and the explorer slapped the rig

together and set up a gleaming plastic skin sunbreak to shield the rocket plane. The plastic sheets reflected the

Sun's heat and cut off a fair portion of the direct radiation which would otherwise have rendered the rocket

While they were assembling the sunbreak, Haines and Boulton unloaded a portable antitank rocket launcher.

With no wasted motion, Boulton aimed the launcher at the wall, and Haines thrust a long, wickedlooking

rocket projectile into the tube. There was a flash of soundless fire and a line of dissipating white smoke.

Burl felt the shock through the ground as the shell hit. A chunk of the wall ripped apart and collapsed.

As quickly as he saw it, Burl acted. Haines's voice rang in his ear, but already Burl was in action. Back into

He made a flying leap toward the Suntap station. He felt terrifically strong in the slight gravity, and the leap

carried him thirty feet forward. As he slid through the space above the surface, he opened the umbrella. Its

outer side had been painted white, and partly shielded him from the direct heat. He made the station in five

leaps and climbed through the broken wall. Boulton followed him with another umbrella and a pack under his

Inside the station it was cool the walls had been high enough to create shade within. It was like the station

Boulton joined him, folded his umbrella calmly, and yanked an aircompression pistol from his belt. "See

Burl remembered then that there could possibly be a living guard at this station. They searched carefully, but

While Boulton set up his photographic equipment, Burl made his way around the shining globes and strange

tubes that were the nerve center of the station. He finally found the same type of control panel that he had

He hesitated before it, wondering if, after all this, the original charge, would work. He hoped that there might

He put a gloved hand on the control. Perhaps, he worried, the charge would not conduct through the

insulated, cooled material of his suit. He pushed the levers, and knew then that it did.

The pulsing of the spheres halted. There was a sharp dip in the faint vibration he had been feeling in his feet.

He shoved the levers all the way, and suddenly the station went dead. Above him, one of the great discs atop

its mast snapped and burst apart under what must have become an impossible concentration of power without

At that very instant a distant globe, perched on a pedestal against the wall away from the rest of the

IN AN artificially constructed chamber somewhere in the solar system, an intelligent being sat before a bank

of instruments that was designed to bring to his attention various factors concerning the things that mattered

to his species. This being had been on duty for the average length of time such a duty entailed and had been

paying little conscious attention to the routine for there had been nothing to report for some time.

The drop in channeling from Planet III that had occurred some time ago had thus far not caused too much

concern. It was assumed by the other intelligent beings involved that the matter was possibly a weather

condition, a volcanic discharge or quite simply that the planet was in unfavorable orbit. Not all the stations

ever worked simultaneously. There were always some behind the Sun, or blocked in some other manner. But

the main channels were at work, and the different lines and shifts continued to build up satisfactorily.

But now something occurred that focused the attention of the watcher more closely on his instruments. A

facet of his panel had flashed a color at the lowest end of his visible spectrum. How the being registered that

With trained reaction, the watcher activated the full signal. Instantly there appeared before his eyes a vision

of a scene. There was the interior of the major station on Planet I. It was nonfunctioning, and there were two

strange creatures turning now to look directly at him. They were bipeds with two armlike extensions, lumpy

objects, clad in bulky white folds. They wore cumbersome helmets and he could see two eyes shielded

One of these creatures raised his arm and there was a puff of steam. Then the vision flashed off, but not

If the watcher had been closer in space to the station, the destruction would have come quicker. Unfortunately

for him, the speed of light and radio impulses is limited, so that it was several minutes before the destruction

A short while later, after the guiding beings had digested the news, preparations were made for a vessel to go

Burl twisted on his heel sharply as he whirled around to look at the flash of red. Boulton drew his hand

There was a jet of steam as the compressed air blasted the dart from the gun. The glowing globe was pierced,

Boulton holstered his gun. "A signal of some kind a warning probably. My guess is that it was an alarm

tipping off the remote control masters of this place that it was out of commission. Help me with the photo

Without wasting more time, the two men snapped the scene as fast as the shutters would click. Then they

picked up the cameras, grabbed their umbrellas and ran for the break in the wall.

Just as they made their first flying leaps toward the shielded rocket plane, the globes within the Suntap

station started to go off. One after another, like a chain reaction, they blew up, and within seconds the interior

of the walled station was a turmoil of falling metals, beams, wires, and sharp transparent shards.

Haines and Ferrati were ready for takeoff and puffs of smoke were coming from the exhaust. Without

bothering to take down the plastic Sunshield, Burl and Boulton tumbled into the cabin. Before the door was

even closed, Haines lifted the ship and headed for the dark depths of the canyon.

The inside of the plane was perilously hot. The shield had been a temporary protection, but even the ground

radiated heat like an oven. They had to seek the cold of the sunless canyon to allow some of the heat to

escape. To have flown directly to the Magellan without cooling the plane would have been disastrous.

The Magellan emerged from the cold side to meet them. From the heights of space, they saw that they would

not need to bomb the mountain relayer masts for the same alarm that had triggered the station had

After the Magellan had scuttled back to the cold side, there was a council of war in the control room. Burl

"This must have been their primary station," said Russ thoughtfully. "No matter what they seek to channel

from the Sun on other planets, it is from here that the first and strongest diversion of solar energy must have

been coming. This station may have been the last constructed the final link put into place. And for that

"Ah," said Lockhart, "even if they did, would it necessarily have destroyed that station? After all, they would

"It seems to me," said Burl, "that the red flash itself didn't start the destruction. There was a delay must

have been several minutes before it started. Could it be, that what was alerted was a watcher?"

"Where?" said Boulton. "There was no place for a watcher to be in that station. We saw no sign of it."

"Maybe deep underground?" suggested the engineer, Caton. "They might have living quarters a few miles

"Highly unlikely," said Russ Clyde. "It would still be too hot, and, remember, these people plan to incinerate

Mercury and the inner planets. They must be from the edge of the system. The delay may be a valuable clue

to that. It would take time for a remote control station or another planet to see what was happening and take

steps. If you can figure out exactly how many minutes and seconds elapsed between the flashing of the red

But, unfortunately, the time could not be judged that accurately. Neither Burl nor Boulton had had time to

They hung over the cold side of Mercury for several hours more while the two astronomers figured their next

move. When the orbits had been determined, the Magellan turned its massive wide nose away from the Sun

toward a gleaming white disc that dominated the dark skies of outer space. With full power on, they pushed

away from the littlest planet and began the long fall toward the Sun's second planet, that which some had

There was a matter of thirty million miles to cross, and the crossing would be made fighting the pull of the

Caton and his men had spent the wait on Mercury working on the great generators in the powerhouse nose.

They recalibrated the output and corrected it from the records kept during the flight inward. Now they were

confident of its ability to drive the ship away from the Sun. Coming in, they had not been sure what their

They did not travel blindly outward, for that would have been both a crude waste of power and inaccurate.

Instead, the ship drove at a long slant from the Sun, moving in a gently curving orbit that would bring it onto

Venus at the same time that Venus itself was moving along in its orbit. This is what they had tried to do

before, but without success. Venus travels around the Sun at a speed of about 32 miles per second, and takes

about 224.5 days to complete the circuit. From where the Magellan took off, it would approach and overtake

The days passed swiftly enough. They had developed the pictures taken in the Mercury station, and the

engineers and astronomers spent long hours debating their features, matching up what they had seen with

The shining face of Venus grew larger. It was a mysterious planet, the most mysterious in the system, even

though it was the closest of the planets to Earth. Venus was a world whose atmosphere of Earthly depth

was a solid mass of clouds. Never had the clouds lifted to reveal the surface. The clouds reflected the sunlight

brilliantly, yet as Burl could now see with the naked eye, parts of it were hazy, as if mighty storms were

"We've had a couple of prober rockets shot into its surface," said Russ, as they watched the oncoming planet.

"They didn't prove much faded out fast, but we think they established its length of day. Nobody knew how

many hours it took Venus to rotate on its axis. Some even thought it always presented one face to the Sun as

does Mercury. Others thought it had a quick day, shorter than Earth's. Others gave it a day almost a month

"Our prober rockets, carrying unmanned instruments, rather definitely indicate that the planet has a day about

twenty Earthdays long. Even though it's shielded by the clouds, it must be miserably hot near the surface."

"We'll soon find out." Burl grinned. "After Mercury, it couldn't be so bad. Maybe it rains all the time."

Venus was a vast sea of swirling white and gray clouds beneath them when the Magellan reached it. They

hung above the cloud level, while stretching below them lay the circular bowl of veiled mystery that was the

Oberfield was probing the surface with the radiation counters for the Suntap distortion. None had been

detected from Earth, but observation of the sunny face of Venus had always been difficult from the third

planetary orbit. But quickly the dour astronomer proved the fact. A calculation of the planet's albedo its

rate of reflected sunlight showed that in one large central section there was a dimming out. Somewhere in

Lockhart brought the Magellan down gradually, closer, closer, and finally sank it into the soupy atmosphere

of Venus. Now, from every viewplate, nothing reflected but a glare of white mist. But the ship was not

operating blind. Radar pierced the clouds, and from the wide screens the crew could see that they had not yet

Their progress was slow but steady. The cloud bank around them did not clear, but still glowed gray. After a

descent of nearly two hours, there was a flicker on the radar. It registered no features, no mountains, nothing

Above and around them the white clouds still blanketed everything. But now Burl thought he saw a pale

glow. Gradually the white faded away into wisps and shreds, and in a flash the ship broke out of the clouds.

They hung beneath a grayishwhite sky. Below them, scarcely a half mile of visibility in misty, thin air, they

saw the surface of Venus. They were over water. An ocean stretched below them as far as the eye could see,

THE MAGELLAN hung in the air while the men studied the surface of this world that had so long been a

mystery. The air was not the clear air of Earth; rather, it was the kind that precedes the coming of a fog, thick,

heavy with moisture, the horizons fading into gray. Below them lay a mottled expanse of water, reflecting the

gray sky, and verging almost to a deep brown. The water was still, occasionally stirred by a slight wave.

"No tides have ever moved these waters," commented Russ quietly to Burl. "There is no moon to pull and

sway them. The motion of this world, so slow in the passage of its day, hardly disturbs the water."

"It looks shallow to me," said Burl. "The darker sections look as if the bottom must be close."

"I imagine it is. We'll take soundings," Russ answered. "I have a feeling the whole world may be like this

"See it? Now that you mention it, there's hardly a part that hasn't something on it." was Burl's reply. "There're

patches of muck all over it, like floating oil, or even drifting masses of weeds."

It was true. The water showed on its surface a strange filth unlike anything one would expect on the surface

of a Terrestrial sea. There were wide areas of brownishgray slime and little floating blobs of green. Shining

flecks of yellow, like bright oil drops, seemed to flow through and between the masses of scum.

At the radar, Haines began to call out figures. As Russ had guessed, it was a shallow sea. In places, the

bottom was only a dozen feet beneath. For a while, all the men of the crew were quiet, watching the silent

"Unclean, the whole place looks unclean," Lockhart said finally. "We've got work to do. Let's find the

The rest of the crew came to action. The spaceship began to move slowly, while Oberfield and Caton probed

Now a long, low bank appeared, a ridge of mud protruding above the water. Here and there stretched other

Russ pursed his lips. "I don't think so. From the look of this world, life probably isn't developed that far. You

won't find animals until there is dry land and I'd guess now that there's no place on all Venus where there

is much dry land. There may be fish or fish life, but even that's questionable. Consider the long, long day,

the absence of violent, unshielded Sun rays, the steady damp warmth, the quiet, barely moving waters, the

He paused and went over to Lockhart's chart table to pick up a paper. "Oberfield worked out the atmosphere.

It is very heavy in carbon dioxide, very low in free oxygen. There's water vapor down here, but the clouds

This one did not look at all like the other stations he had seen. There was indeed a ringed wall station, but the

wall was low and slanted outward. It stood on the end of a wide mudbank, and near it veins of rock glistened

The interior machinery was a neat, compact mass of crystalline globes and levers. But the masts and shining

discs which had characterized the stations on Mercury and Earth were missing. Instead, there floated upon the

surface of the water, for a mile around, great shining bowls, like huge saucers gently rocking in the faint

wavelets. Thin, flexible, shining lines of metal connected this surface layout with the station.

"With no direct Sun to aim at, this station seems to be directed toward a nonfocused system of light

"I'm going down with you," Russ joined in. "I've gotten permission to take some observations from the

They disembarked in two parties. Haines and Ferrati used the twoman rocket plane and would make a wide

encirclement of the vicinity, mapping and finally blowing up the accumulator discs floating on the surface.

The helicopter, under the control of the Marine captain, dropped out of the cargo port of the Magellan;

Steadied by the regular whirl of its great blades and driven by tiny rocket jets in the tip of each wing, the

It moved over the water and finally hung directly over the mudbank. Maneuvering so that the helicopter was

directly in the protected circle of the walls, Burl and Russ dropped a rope ladder and swung down hand over

They were lightly dressed, for the temperature was hot, around 110�, and it was humid. No breezes blew

here. They wore shorts and shirts and highlaced leather boots. Each carried two small tanks of oxygen on

his back. A leather mouth nozzle strapped across the shoulders guaranteed a steady flow of breathable air. In

their belts were strapped knives and army pistols. Russ carried recording equipment, and Burl a hatchet.

They dropped off the swaying ladder inside the station. The ground was hardpacked as if the builders had

beaten it down and smoothed it off. The globes were familiar to Burl he had studied the pictures of the two

he had already visited and he realized that they followed the same general system. Where the mast towers

would have been, there were leads running through the plastic walls out across the sea. He wondered briefly

As the helicopter moved away, the metal weight on the end of the dangling ladder brushed the top of the wall.

Russ shook his head. "From the looks of it, to keep off something. Perhaps some kind of native life. But

Burl found the controls of the station, but before touching them, he remembered the alarm on Mercury. "I'd

Finally, Burl located an isolated globe perched on a post, which resembled the one he had briefly glimpsed on

Mercury. He ran his hands over it, feeling a mild vibration within. Then, at its base, he found the levers. He

moved them and the vibration died out. "I think I've turned it off," he announced. "But stand by with a gun,

Russ drew his pistol, and Burl switched off the main controls of the Suntap. A globe or two burst; there was

a sort of settling down in the station. Abruptly they felt the heat intensify and knew that the sky was shining

The alarm globe remained quiet, but Burl took his hatchet and smashed it. Russ was carefully photographing

the station, measuring the distances, and tracing the lines. Overhead, the wide blades of the helicopter flapped

around and around, accompanied by little hissing puffs of rocket smoke. They could see Boulton looking

Russ was scooping up bits of soil to bring back for analysis when he saw what seemed to be a wet patch on

top of the wall. As he watched, it spread until it reached the bottom. In a remarkably short time a whole

section of wall was gleaming wet. A patch of damp oiliness spread over the floor.

"This I've got to get a sample of," said the rustyhaired astronomer. He reached for a sampling bottle in his

As Russ stepped forward, there was a sucking sound, and he lifted a thick gummy mass that was stuck to his

sole. He shook his foot, set it down, and lifted the other, but it, too, was imbedded in thick slime. The stuff

"Hey!" he called out, and swung one foot vigorously to free it. More swiftly that he could move, the whole

patch slid down the wall and swept around him. It was moving up his legs, as if trying to envelope him.

"It's alive!" he shouted, and grabbed for the knife in his belt. In vain he tried to slash out. "It's like a giant

But the knife was ineffective. He fired his pistol, but the thing was just a vast wide puddle of slime, without

brain, heart or organ that could be harmed. The soles of Russ's boots were already half eaten away and his

Burl had joined the attack with his knife, but leaped back when that proved useless. His mind raced for a way

to help. Above them, Boulton was swinging the helicopter down so Russ could hoist himself out of harms'

Burl grabbed at the straps crossing his shoulder and swung the two oxygen tanks from his back. He snatched

one from its leather holster, and pointed its nozzle at the mass of slime. He turned the stream of oxygen on,

The roar of the gun was matched by the roar of a stream of fire that shot from the tank. Wherever the burning

jet of oxygen touched, the mass shriveled and blackened. Yards and yards of amoeba seemed to writhe, hump

There was a ring of burned white along the ground, a sickening smell in the air, but the thing was dead.

Russell Clyde grabbed the ladder as it swung toward him, and climbed up. The soles of his boots were gone

and the sides were strings of raw, halfeaten leather. His legs and knees bore ugly patches of red where the

"Well done!" called Boulton to Burl from the cabin. "Come on up before something else comes along!"

Burl grabbed the ladder. He took two steps on the swaying, swinging rope as the helicopter started to climb

and suddenly he felt himself losing strength. He become dizzy and tried to hold on, but began to lose

consciousness. Dimly he heard Boulton yell at him, "The oxygen, the other tank, turn it on!"

Fighting for consciousness, Burl twisted the nozzle. There was a hiss and he felt air blow against him.

Miraculously, his senses cleared, and holding the oxygen tank tight against him, he climbed up the ladder and

RUSSELL CLYDE was confined to his bunk during the next four days, his feet wrapped in bandages and

ointment. Fortunately the digestive juices of the Venusian amoeba had only just begun their attack upon the

skin after eating through the footgear. Except for some painful blisters and rawness, his condition was not

The little stateroom was cramped, containing as it did two bunks, one above the other, like the cabin of a

liner. What with a couple of builtin lockers for clothes, and a bolteddown chair and a reading lamp, it was

not a place to spend any more time than necessary. The lack of a window added to the inhospitality of the

room. But Burl had accepted long ago the fact that a spaceship could not yet be considered a luxury liner. In

time, the AG drive would permit such things, but the Magellan was an experimental vessel turned by

During those four days, Burl spent most of his time with Russ, getting to know him better, and talking about

the trip. The young astronomer was not at all chagrined by his misadventure. In fact, the whole experience

"What a wonderful place for biologists to study! Venus will be a Mecca for scientific learning!"

"But not for anything else, I don't think," said Burl. "Anyway, we're in for another experience now. Mars is

Russ put his hands behind his head and looked up at the bottom of the bunk above him. "We can see Mars

well enough; there's no cloud blanket and the atmosphere is thin but clear. You've seen the photos and the

"I've seen it from our viewplates, but so far it's just a tiny, red disc. We're about at Earth's orbit now, even

though Earth is many millions of miles away from us. Mars is still about fifty million miles further, but we're

gaining speed quite rapidly and Lockhart thinks we'll make it soon enough." Burl picked up one of the books

from the ship's library and started to thumb through it to locate a color chart of the planet.

Russ waved a hand. "You don't have to show me. I've studied Mars by telescope so often I know it by heart.

It's mostly a sort of light, reddishtan, a kind of pale russet. We think that's desert. There are some fairly

large sections that are bluishgreen at least in the Martian summers. In their winters these sections fade

"That's vegetation," Burl broke in. "It must be! Everybody agrees it acts like it. And there are the white polar

"You can tell which season is which by the size of the polar ice caps. When one is big, the other is almost

"Do you believe in them?" asked Burl. "The books disagree. Some think they're real even say they look as

if they had been built by intelligent beings as irrigation channels to take the melting waters of the poles down

to the fertile lands. But other astronomers claim they can't see them or that they're illusions, series of

"Personally, I've come to believe in them," Russ argued. "They've been photographed something is there.

They're very faint, spidery lines, but they certainly are straight and regular. We'll find out soon enough."

Find out they did. Russ was up and about and the normal life of the ship resumed. During their passage of

Earth's orbit, they had managed to raise the United States on the ship's radio. For three days they were able to

converse with their home base. They exchanged news and data, transmitted back all they had learned and

The men of the crew had the chance to send messages home, and Burl even talked briefly with his father.

The lines of force had finally been traced. The distortions visible on Mars, as well as the one from Mercury

before its cutoff, had been worked out directionally. There was no doubt that a line of force had been

channeled outward to a point in space that now proved to be that of a planet. The planet was Pluto.

"Pluto!" That was the shocked word uttered by everyone within hearing distance when the radio voice said it.

"Pluto! Why, that's the end of the line! The most distant planet," said Oberfield, shocked. "We'll have to go

That fact sobered everyone. It meant the trip must last many times longer than anyone had expected. But they

were a band of men who had achieved great things they had managed so far to work together in harmony,

Mars gradually grew larger on their telescopic viewers as the Magellan fell onward through space, riding the

beam of gravity that was like a pulling rope to them. The slow down and reverse was made in good order

the sphere swinging around, readjusting, and the great, driving Zetaring generators now pushing and

Then one wake period, Russ and Burl went to the telescope and trained it again on the oncoming planet. The

now large disc of the ruddy world swung onto the screen. It looked strange, not at all like the drawings.

Burl had never seen it through Terrestrial telescopes, but he sensed something was wrong. He realized

suddenly, "Both poles are enlarged! It's winter on both hemispheres! And that's impossible!"

Yet it was so. Both the Martian ice caps were present and both extended down the northern and southern

Slowly Russ tried to figure it out, "The greenishblue areas can scarcely be seen. Where they should be,

there're darker patches of brown, against the yellowishred that now seems to be the desert areas. It seems to

be winter on both sides and it looks bad. It looks to me as if Mars were a fastdying world."

Burl squinted his eyes. "Yet I see the canals. The straight lines are still visible see?"

Indeed, the planet seemed blighted. "It's the Suntap," Burl decided. "We should have realized what it would

"Remember Earth the week it was working? The temperature fell several degrees, began to damage crops?

Remember how it snowed in places where snow had never fallen in July? Remember the predictions of

Russ went on in his careful, explanatory way. "And for Mars it has continued. Mars was always colder than

Earth; life there must have been far more precariously balanced. During the day, on the Martian equator in

midsummer, the highest temperature is not likely to be more than 70� or 80�; and at night, even then, it would

fall below freezing. Vegetation on Mars must have been hardy in the best of times, and life carried on under

"Now the margin of warmth and light has been cut. It has been just enough to keep both polar caps frozen, to

prevent water from reaching the fertile regions, and the cold has advanced enough to bar the growth and

regeneration of plant life. If the Suntapping on Mars is not stopped, all life there will die out, and it will be a

The news spread throughout the crew and there was a feeling of anger and urgency. Nobody knew what lived

on Mars, yet the subject of Mars and Martians had always intrigued the imaginations of people on Earth.

Now, to hear that the unknown enemy had nearly slain a neighboring world brought home vividly just what

The day finally came when the big spaceship slid into an orbit about the ruddy planet. It circled just outside

Mars was indeed inhabited. This fact was borne home by the canals and the very evident artificial nature of

their construction. They could see clearly through their telescopes that there was an intricate global network

of pipelines, pumping stations, and irrigation viaducts from pole to pole. They also saw that at the

intersections of the canals were dark sections crisscrossed with thin blobs of gray and black which proved

under the telescopes to be clusters of buildings. There were cities on Mars, linked by the waterways.

They saw no aircraft. They detected no railroad lines or roadways beyond the canalways themselves. The

many regions of darker, better ground, intersected by the canals which no longer fulfilled their purposes, were

covered with thick vegetation forests of dying, wintery stalks. Only a flicker of dark green here and there

They saw also that there were lines ofwhite, which had not been visible before. Snow was gathering in low

The lines of solar distortion were strong, and they traced them to their point of concentration. The point was

not some isolated spot far in a desert, away from Martian investigation. To the amazement of the men, the

"Do you suppose," Lockhart queried the others, "that the Martians themselves are the builders of this setup

There was no answer. The evidence was apparent, but it made no sense. If the Martians had created this thing,

it was destroying them. And yet, if they had not created it, why did they so clearly a race that had attained

As the ship descended, they saw the city emerge. It consisted of hundreds of gray mounds buildings laid

out in the form of neat hemispherical structures, like skyscraper igloos, with rows of circular windows. Each

building was like the next, and they fitted together in a series of great circles, radiating outward from the

meeting spot of the canals, The explorer crew waited at the ship's rocket launchers for an attack. The tail of

the teardrop housed the builtin armament the rocket tubes which could send forth destruction to an

enemy. But though Haines sat with his finger on the launcher button, no aircraft rose to meet them from the

They could see tiny dots of living beings moving about, but no sign of alarm, no evidence that they had been

Even here, at the equator, there were streaks of white snow in the streets and rings of rime along the bases of

Directly below them lay the Suntap station. The lines converged here, and the rings of distortion could be

seen in the atmosphere, causing the city to flicker as if from the presence of invisible waves.

Then they saw the masts and their shining accumulators projecting about a cleared spot near the outskirts of

"The Suntap station is under the city!" said Lockhart, shocked. "It's been built beneath the streets

somewhere, and the Martians walk around above it and let the masts alone! They must be the builders!"

"If so, why are they killing themselves?" Burl couldn't see the sense of it. "And if they have reasons, then

why don't they defend it? They were alerted while we were on Mercury. They must have spaceships if they

The ground was now but a few hundred feet below them, and still no one paid the strange ship hanging in the

sky any attention. While the crew stood with bated breath, Lockhart brought the ship down and down, until it

came to rest barely fifty feet above an intersection. There it hung, nearly touching the roofs, and was ignored.

The shining masts of the Suntap station continued to gleam, following the tiny bright Sun in its course

through the dark blue of the sky. One of the two small Martian moons was climbing upward along the

horizon. The canals beyond were dark lines of conduit, through which no lifegiving waters flowed. And the

I DON'T like the looks of this at all," said Lockhart finally. "I suspect a trap. Yet we've got to land and get at

that base. I'm going to take the ship out into the desert beyond the city and let a scouting squad go in first."

The Magellan lifted back into the sky, then moved out over the ocher wasteland that was the barren desert of

the red planet. Slowly the ship dropped again until its pointed nether end hung about twenty feet above the

Captain Boulton and Ferrati were selected to do the initial survey. Burl and Haines helped them climb

through the packed spaces of the outer hold. The jeep was swung out to the lowermost cargo port, and the

The two scouts then put on altitude suits with oxygen masks, slung walkietalkies about their chests, took

light carbines in hand and pistols in belts and went down the rope ladder from the cargo port. They climbed

into the sturdy jeep with its speciallydesigned carburetor and pressurized engine. The vehicle had been

prepared to operate in the light atmosphere of Mars, as thin as the air on a Himalayan mountaintop, and low

Burl and Haines, clad in pressure suits themselves, sat in the open port and watched the jeep set off. The

engine kicked over and barked a few times in the strange air. Then Boulton at the wheel threw in the clutch,

stepped on the gas, and the squat little car, painted in Air Force blue, rolled off over the flat rocky surface,

On Haines's lap sat a walkietalkie. Boulton and Ferrati kept up a running commentary as they approached

The jeep was now a small object merging with the dark mounds of the city's outermost buildings. "We

haven't met any Martians yet," came Ferrati's voice. "Apparently they aren't interested in investigating us

even now. And here we are rolling right up to the city limits." There was a pause.

The walkietalkie emitted a series of squeaks and squawks, and Ferrati's voice came through now with

distortion. "We're crossing the city limits there's a sort of hard, plastic pavement that begins at the very

The squawks became increasingly louder. They could hear only a word or two. Haines asked whether he was

getting through to them, but he could not make out an answer because of the racket.

"It's the Suntap station. It's generating distortion. We'll have to wait until they return," said Burl.

Haines nodded and turned off the set which had begun to utter earpiercing howls. The two men waited

quietly for about half an hour. Only a phone call from the curious men in the control room interrupted their

Then finally Burl spotted a little cloud of dust on the horizon. "There they are!"

The two men stood up as the little jeep made its way back over the desert to the ship. As it drew closer, they

saw a third occupant sitting in the back with Ferrati. Haines opened the walkietalkie. "Wait till you see this

The jeep drew up to the ship and stopped. Ferrati waved them down. A few seconds later they were joined by

The creature in the back of the jeep was a Martian. They stared in fascination. It was about three feet long

with a small, ovalshaped head and two very large, manyfaceted eyes. A small, beaklike mouth and short,

stubby antennae completed its face. The head was attached by a short neck to a body that consisted of three

oval masses joined together by narrow belts, much like the joints of an insect. A pair of arms, ending in long

threefingered hands, grew from the first segment. A set of long, thin legs grew out of each of the two other

segments. A glistening grayishblue shell, its skin, covered it from head to foot.

At the moment, this particular Martian was tightly restrained by a strong nylon net, and was obviously the

"More like a kind of lobster," was Ferrati's answer. "But this is it. This is one of the city dwellers."

Lockhart shook his head. "I don't like this. We shouldn't do anything to antagonize the Martians. Taking one

Boulton stepped out of the jeep. "There wasn't anything else we could do. Besides, who said that Martians

"We got into the city," he went on, "and drove around the streets. There were plenty of these fellows around,

going about their business. Hundreds of 'em. Do you think they stopped to look at us? Do you think they were

curious? Do you think they talked to us? Called the police? Did anything at all?

"No," he answered himself. "They just walked around us as if we were a stick of something in the way. They

don't say anything to each other. They just go on about their affairs, dragging things, carrying food, herding

"They looked at us, and didn't even act as if they saw us. When we stopped one, it squirmed out of our grasp

and walked away. Finally we took this fellow, simply grabbed him off the street, tied him up, stuffed him in

the jeep and kidnaped him. And do you think anybody cared or turned in an alarm or tried to help him? No!"

Lockhart looked at the prisoner a moment. The Martian stared at him out of his unwinking multiple eyes.

Boulton nodded. "Definitely. We saw some of them at work. They were repairing a house and they used tools

and fire. They have machines, and they use them. They've got their city working and well laid out, but I don't

know how they do it. They must communicate in some way, but they act as if they had been drilled in their

jobs and were going through an elaborate and complicated pantomime. Even the young don't utter a peep."

When the Martian had been released from the enveloping net, it made no effort to communicate. It turned

slowly around, a little wobbly at first, and wandered off, paying no attention to the men, the ship, or the jeep.

Then it started walking at a rapid pace. The men watched as it trotted into the desert away from the city! It

seemed to wander around as if lost, and then set out in another direction, but still one that would not take it to

The Martian disappeared from view behind a series of small hummocks, still bound for nowhere.

The men were lost in amazement. Russell Clyde uttered a low whistle. "Burl's right. It must be a sort of

"This whole civilization seems to be insectlike, if you ask me," said Burl. "It's like a huge anthill, or a big

beehive. It seems complicated, and the creatures go through complex activities, and all the time it's something

Ferrati nodded. "Now that you mention it, that's exactly what the city was like. Nobody gave orders

everybody just did what they were supposed to do. Nobody was curious about us because it wasn't their

"And, individually, they haven't intelligence," Clyde added. "That one the one you took away from his

work plainly is lost. He doesn't know how to go about getting back. He has no curiosity about us... he may

not even have much of a brain. Individual ants have no brain only a sort of central nerve center.

Lockhart interrupted the discussion. "Well, then, let's get on with it. Obviously, the Suntap builders placed

their station in this city because it was a safe spot, protected by the Martians themselves, and because the

Martians would never think to interfere with them. So you men can go back, take your stuff, dig out the

Haines and Burl climbed into the jeep with Boulton and Ferrati. Russell Clyde insisted on joining them, and

Lockhart gave his consent. Off they went, rumbling over the sand toward the city of instinct.

Burl was excited and curious about the Martians. They presented a strange mixture of contradictions. "How,"

he asked Russ, "could they have built a worldwide network of canals, set up pumping stations, laid out

plantations, mastered hydraulic and power engineering, if they are mere creatures of instinct? Surely there

"Not necessarily," said Russ. "Remember, these creatures are operating without opposition they are really

the highest type of life here. The need to conserve water and continue their hive life forced them to learn a

practical kind of engineering. Nobody knows how the ants and bees formed their complex societies there

are none among them with any larger brains than the rest, and they do not talk. But somehow ants and bees

communicate and somehow they act as a mass. Figure it on a worldwide scale, driven by the threat of their

world drying up, and these creatures built up a mechanical civilization to meet it. But it also accounts for why

they have never flown, not through the air and not through space, why they haven't attempted radio

communication with Earth, and why they don't understand what the Suntap station is doing to them. Their

They reached the city. All about was a silent hustle and bustle of enigmatic, shining, shelled creatures.

Superficially, it looked like an intelligent civilization. There were wheeled carts driven by some sort of steam

The Martians made way for the jeep with unconcern. Never had they seen creatures as large as themselves

that were not of their own kind on hive business. Hence, none such could exist. This was a world totally

without individualism, a civilization without a spoken language, without names, without banners. Wherever

or however the mass knowledge was located or transmitted, no individual of another species could ever hope

to know. It would be forever as remote from human explorers as the farthest star on the farthest galaxy.

They drove to where the Suntap masts rose from the ground. The men parked the jeep out of the way of the

silent traffic, climbed out and walked into the rounded door of a building. Its architecture was not like that of

"These creatures have no lights," remarked Boulton. "They must use their feelers indoors."

"Ah, but look," said Burl, reaching out a hand to a little globe set on a pole in the floor. He touched it and the

globe lighted up. "The Suntap builders needed light and put in their own fixtures here. I recognize their

The five men followed a hallway that sloped down into the ground, and came out into a large underground

cellar several hundred feet wide. It was the Suntap station. There were the nowfamiliar globes and rods,

the force fields, the controls, the pedestals and the ends of the rotating masts.

They made their recordings, and Burl got ready to turn off the station. Ferrati and Haines uncrated a small,

tactical atomic bomb they had carried with them one of the smallest perfected by the Army during the past

half dozen years. They laid it down in the center of the equipment and set the timer for a half hour away.

Boulton found the alarm globe and prepared to blow it up. Then Burl took the control panel and switched off

the station. They heard the thud of a crumbling mast. Boulton fired a shot into the alarm globe which had

As they moved toward the exit, Boulton hesitated. "Hey," he said, "there's one globe still in action!"

The others turned in time to see Boulton stride over to a very small globe which was glowing pale yellow

The Marine captain drew his pistol, aimed and fired. The globe burst, but as it did so, a level bolt of yellow

light shot back along the path of the bullet. For a split second, Boulton was outlined in yellow fire. There was

Each man reached for his weapons, but the underground station remained dark and dead. Their flashlights

They ran to him. "He's alive!" cried Haines, as he saw that Boulton was still breathing, his breath whistling

back and forth through the oxygen mask. Quickly Haines examined him. "His heart's all right. He's just been

Ferrati and Haines picked up the captain by his arms and legs. Though he would have been heavy on Earth,

his weight on Mars was very slight, and each man knew he was capable of carrying great loads with his

Earthattuned muscles. Then, in single file, they left the cellar and came out of the doorway of the building.

As they emerged they were stopped short. Surrounding them was a tremendous and growing crowd of

Martians. A solid wall of shelllike faces stared at them, and a small forest of short antennae waved and

As they pushed their way with great difficulty toward the jeep, the crowd began to sway, as if in anger. Now,

for the first time, they heard the creatures make a noise a sort of humming and buzzing like angered bees.

"The Suntap builders did it," said Burl. "They must have boobytrapped the place against intruders. The

globe that got Boulton must have set off some sort of vibration that enrages these creatures. And it looks as if

As they reached their jeep, the encircling mass of Martians moved forward. The humming rose to a higher

pitch, and then the mob, with the berserk ferocity of a swarm of bees, lunged toward them.

WITH BOULTON lying across the back seat, the four men acted simultaneously. Thinking only of

selfdefense, they drew their pistols and fired pointblank into the monsters attacking them. As the men

emptied their guns, the Martians in front stumbled, fell, rolled over, or began to run aimlessly as the heavy

They were not easy to kill which was to be expected of creatures without much of a central

consciousness but on the other hand, once struck or injured, they seemed to lose contact with their fellows

and to act wholly without direction. They plunged wildly into each other, and before the men in the jeep had

finished their barrage, the clearing was a milling, confused mob. Body clashed against body, legs scrambled

under legs, and the angry buzz was now lost amid the clattering and banging of shell against shell.

Haines slid into the front seat behind the steering wheel, stepped on the gas, and drove toward a momentary

gap in the mob. The jeep tore through, raced around the corner, and headed down an empty street. Crouching

"We can't let ourselves get stopped, or even hole up. That Abomb's going to go off in about twenty minutes,

As they bumped along, they noticed that the Martians who came within fifty feet of their jeep suddenly

stopped whatever they were doing and turned toward them, hostile. They were like a stick drawn along

"It must be Boulton," Russ yelled to Burl above the roar of their passage. "He must be charged with the

Burl nodded as he looked back. The Martians had started after them on foot, and could lope fast when they

wanted to. "They've got some sort of organized action going," he called to Haines. "I think it's steam carts!"

"The mass mind caught on fast," said Russ. "And look! They're warned in advance now!"

They were nearing the edge of the city, and looming before them, blocking their rightofway, were two

steam carts big ones carrying a large number of Martians. They were holding metallic rods and

Ferrati opened a chest built against the back of the seat and took out a light machine gun. Climbing into the

front, next to Haines, he kneeled down behind the windshield, raised the gun, and blazed away.

The steam carts suddenly swerved, one after the other, ran wildly into the side of a building, and turned over.

The jeep roared past them, raced across the last hundred feet of city paving and out onto the desert. Haines

had to slow down to navigate safely the uneven layers of barren soil, rock and sand. Burl holstered his gun

In the excitement of their exit, none had noticed the change in the Martian scenery. But now it occurred to

Burl that the day was distinctly lighter, and he fancied the Sun small though it was felt warmer. The

Suntap demolished, this was to be expected, and by the same token, radio communication should now be

Sure enough, he got Lockhart's voice at once. Hastily, he warned the commander of what had happened.

As they drew nearer the Magellan, the great spa ship lowered toward the ground and let down its grapples

and ladders. Burl saw that there was no time to be lost. A stream of Martians and steam carts was pouring out

They reached the spaceship and slammed to a halt. The men leaped out. Burl and Russ lifted Boulton's

unconscious body from the jeep and, between them, managed to hoist him awkwardly up the dangling rope

The others hooked grapples onto the jeep, and when it was secure, leaped for safety themselves.

As the first of the Martian steam carts was almost on them, the Magellan lifted into the air. It rose high above

the surface and swung off into the desert. The Martians drew to a halt. Burl, looking down from the doorway

of the cargo hatch, could see them milling aimlessly around. None, he noticed, even glanced up. Air flight,

After the jeep had been pulled into the cargo hold and secured, the outer ports were sealed. When everyone

was safely in the inner sphere, the Magellan drew away from Mars and started on the next lap of its long

Boulton was carefully examined. Nothing could be made of his condition. He seemed to bear no physical

The life of the spaceship resumed, for the time being, without him. The next port of call was Jupiter, and that

presented problems of its own. Between Mars and Jupiter was the great asteroid belt, a region of many

thousands of tiny planetoids, ranging in size from worldlets of two or three hundred miles in diameter down

to rocks the size of footballs. "The debris of an exploded planet," was the comment Russ made to Burl.

"That's the most likely explanation. Anyway," he added, "there seems to be no Suntap station on any of

During the next few days, Lockhart and the two astrogators were busy working out a rather complex

maneuver, which consisted of having the ship jump over the asteroid belt rather than travel directly through

it. While the orbits of thousands of the larger asteroids had been charted, there were thousands more that

consisted of just chunks of rock too small to notice. They could not chance a collision with one of these

What the Magellan did was to depart from the plane of the ecliptic, that level around the Sun to which all the

planets generally adhere, and to draw outward so as to avoid the path of the asteroids, then to come back in

onto the orbit and plane of Jupiter. This involved some tricky work with the various gravitational lines, using

There were quite a number of gravity shifts, and during this period no one could be quite sure what his weight

would be from one moment to another. There were several periods of zero gravity, when the crew members

would float and face the complex annoyances of a steady feeling of free fall. Burl, after a couple of such

Lockhart looked at him oddly and smiled. "Glad to know it. I may have a task for you soon, then."

Others found the weightless conditions not so bearable. One of the engineering crew, Detmar, had to be

hospitalized. What he had resembled severe seasickness. Oberfield also experienced moments of acute upset.

Boulton's condition did not change. Once or twice he stirred slightly in his sleep, and seemed to murmur

something, but then he would lapse back into his coma. Fortunately he did not resist food, and did swallow

Except for one or two rare intervals, communication with Earth had ceased. Besides, the mother world was

now moving away from them and would pass behind the Sun. Efforts to obtain medical advice for Boulton

After they had passed the orbital line of the asteriods and had rearranged their drive so that they were falling

freely toward Jupiter, Lockhart called the exploring crew together. "I've got a job for you men," he

Haines, Ferrati, and Burl gathered about the control board to listen. They were restless for something to do

plans for the Jupiter landing could not be made until they knew what the situation was going to be, for it

would be one thing if the station were located on that giant planet itself, another if on one of its satellites.

The colonel wasted no time. "While you were on Mars and we were waiting for you, I took the opportunity to

examine the outer shell of this ship. You know, of course, that we are constantly being bombarded by cosmic

dust, the micrometeorites that always prove troublesome to the Earth satellites and space platforms. The ship

has been fortunate in that it has not been struck by any meteoric matter of size, but we have been peppered

heavily by dust particles. As a result, the outer shell of our ship is pitted in some spots, and in several places

worn perhaps dangerously thin. I don't mean to imply that there are going to be any holes very soon, but I

When he stopped for breath, Burl broke in. "You mean you want us to work on the outer shell?"

Lockhart nodded. "Someone has to do it, and during flights you men are the deck crew. So it's going to be

your baby. I am going to keep the ship on free fall for the next several periods and this should make it simpler

The next hour saw all three hard at work. Dressed in heavy, sealed, warmed outerspace outfits, wearing

metal bowllike helmets with sealed glass fronts, and drawing oxygen from tanks strapped on their backs, the

three men left the inner sphere and emerged on the outer surface of the Magellan.

Burl found it a weird and awesome experience. There was no gravitational drag, so that even as he stepped

through the exit port, the scene shifted until he seemed to be standing on metal ground, looking upward at

thousands and tens of thousands of silent white stars. Nothing moved except, of course, the spacesuited

bodies of the two men already half out of sight and looking not quite human. There was no sound save that of

He was firmly attached to the ship by a long nylon rope which he hooked to rings set on the outer shell. He

made his way toward the wide rounded nose of the ship. In one hand he carried a bucket of a liquid plastic

resembling tar in thickness and consistency. With a brush in the other hand he would stop held to the

surface by magnetic soles and smear the plastic protective surfacing over the little pits and pockmarks that

now marred the surface of the once spotless ship. The work was not hard, and shortly became a routine which

It was dip and smear, in a steady rhythmic motion. Haines was working out of sight on a more complex repair

job which involved welding a sheet of metal over a badly beaten and sprung section. Ferrati was on the

As he worked, Burl watched the stars, and every now and then was rewarded by the sight of a moving spark

of light an asteroid or meteor. He could see mighty Jupiter ahead a wide disc of white and yellow,

faintly belted with gray and pale blue bands. The famous red spot was not visible. Four of the planet's twelve

attendant satellites strung out alongside it, and he recognized them as the big ones discovered by Galileo with

his first telescope Io, Europa, Ganymede, and Callisto. The other eight were tiny, and probably would not

be visible until they were right on top of Jupiter, though he supposed that Russell Clyde could probably pick

Burl could hear in his radio the sound of someone whistling softly, and supposed it was Ferrati. There was a

short cutin as Lockhart called a timeshift on the general intercom. A brief exchange followed between

Caton in the Zetaring chamber of the ship's nose and the colonel, with the information that Caton was

Then, after a brief period of silence, Burl heard a series of odd noises on his phones, something went bump,

and the sound faded. He was now on the nose of the ship itself, the wide mushrooming surface beneath his

feet, and Jupiter high over his head. Bending over, about to smear a dab of plastic on a tiny pitted mark, he

Caught by surprise, he jerked upward, the brush flying from his hand and sailing into the sky. His shoes clung

momentarily to the surface, but their magnetic grip was too weak, and they loosened. He kicked out wildly,

falling away into the emptiness of outer space a space which had a moment ago been a sky and had

He fell backward, seized momentarily by terror. He was brought up short by his rope. It held, and he grabbed

Something had changed. Somebody had altered the ship's drive. The ship was no longer on free fall; it was on

gravity drive and going backward! Not driving toward Jupiter under added acceleration, but fighting to

In his earphones there was a jumble of sounds. He heard Ferrati yelling and realized that he, too, must be

falling away from the ship, saved only by a rope. And the voice of Haines plastered flat against the

Vague noises emanated from the control room. Evidently no one was at the commander's mike. He called

After several agonizing minutes, a voice came over the radio. It was Russell Clyde's and it was excited and

angry. "Hold on out there as long as you can! Lockhart's been knocked unconscious! We're trying to get into

There was another pause as he heard sounds of pounding, as if someone were trying to hammer open a metal

panel. Then Russ's voice came on again. "It's Boulton! He came to suddenly, sneaked up here, knocked out

the commander, and climbed up into the Zetaring chamber! Caton was down below and Boulton's locked

the trap door and is running the drive. He's reversed our route, away from Jupiter, and into outer space!

Burl, suspended over an abyss, clung to the end of the taut, thin nylon line, as the ship pulled him helplessly

BURL SURVEYED his position. Judging from the apparent weight of his body, Boulton was decelerating

the ship at a little less than one gravity. The nylon cord was hooked into a bolt near the center of the ship. It

would be possible for Burl to climb up it and reach a firmer grip on the outside shell.

There was no time to be lost. An increase in the ship's speed might increase his weight several times over. He

began to climb back, reeling in the rope, pulling himself up hand over hand, just as he had done many times

Halfway up, Clyde's voice came on his helmet phones. "Will all members of the crew report their present

He called each man's name, beginning with the three outside. Haines and Ferrati were clinging to the surface,

on the far now forward end of the ship. The rest of the crew was somewhere in the living sphere.

Lockhart was still unconscious. Burl could hear the faint sounds of a discussion in the control room, and also

thumps as Caton and Shea continued to try to break open the entry to the generator chambers.

Then Russ spoke again. "Burl, it looks as if you're elected. You seem to be the only one in the right place.

There's a hatchway into the nose of the ship from the outside. It's just below the central circle. Can you see it?

Burl was almost at the surface now. The circular inset ring that marked the hatchway entry port was a few

"Can you reach it without losing your grip? If you can, do you think you can open it?" came the radio voice

Burl reached the surface and grasped the hook. He studied the circular panel carefully. "I can reach it all

right. There's a holder hook alongside it. But what will I do when I get there?"

"Open it," Russ ordered brusquely. "It unscrews from either side. There's a short lock space between the outer

shell and the inner shielding of the generator chamber. Get inside and seal the door after you. From there you

can work your way into the emergency nose door to the engines. Keep your suit on. While the generators are

shielded, there's no telling what Boulton may have done. The suit will give you some protection.

"After you go through the door, it's up to you. Boulton will be there. You'll have to stop him, somehow.

Caton says if you can find the tool kit you may be able to get a wrench to use as a weapon. If you can get

through without his seeing you and open the trap door to us, we'll do the rest. But it depends on you."

Burl bit his lip. "Okay. Here I go." There was no question of argument. Everyone's life was at stake, and he

He swung over to the panel, hooked his foot under the handgrip and grasped the lever inset in the surface. He

twisted it. After a brief moment of resistance, the panel turned slowly. There was a sudden puff as the air

He caught at the open plug, pulled it back and screwed it tightly from the inside. Now he was in a dark,

narrow space. He could feel the flow of air automatically being pumped back in and heard the humming of

Working his way along the inner wall in darkness, he finally felt the edge of the metal door that opened into

the Zetaring chamber itself. He leaned against it, listening, but there was no sound. He turned the handle and

It was large and circular, fitting neatly within the nose of the ship. The wide tubes of the AG generator ring

ran around the outside. The reactors were heavy blocks of ceilinghigh metal, shielded, and showing only the

dials that registered their output. Other machines the rod storage units and the condensers were all

The panel that controlled the engines was unattended in the center of the room. Standing by one of the

shielded reactors was Boulton, his back to Burl. He was hammering at the reactor with a bar, evidently trying

Stealthily, the boy made his way to the locker where the tools were kept. Just as he opened it, his hand

slipped. The door of the locker clanged against the wall. The burly Marine captain whirled, saw Burl, and

Burl grabbed a wrench and swung it threateningly. Boulton drew back. His face was pale, with an odd

expression on it, as if he did not recognize Burl or understand what Burl said. Burl tried to reason with him,

but the glaring eyes were those of a total stranger, or, as it seemed then, an alien beast.

Boulton cried in anger, dropped his bar, and charged Burl with his hands outstretched.

Burl swung the wrench, but the strength of the older man tore it from his grasp, hurling it away. The boy tried

The instant the two men touched there was a violent flash of light. Burl felt a shock that left him stunned and

Burl steadied himself, keeping a wary eye on the captain. Boulton sat up slowly, putting a hand to his head.

"Boy, that was some kickback," he muttered. He looked at Burl. "Give me a hand up. We've got to get back

Burl was startled. He realized in a moment, though, that Boulton recalled nothing of the past few days his

last memory seemed to be of the blast in the Martian basement. But now, the captain was apparently himself

Boulton got shakily to his feet. He seemed confused. "How'd I get here, son?" he asked in surprise.

Burl gave a sigh of relief. "I guess you're all right now. But let's get the trap door to the control room open.

Clyde and Caton have got to get the ship back on course. There'll be time to explain afterward."

Half an hour later, when Lockhart had recovered and resumed command, the ship was restored to its proper

course. Russ filled Boulton in on what had happened and ventured a guess as to why.

"You must have been given some sort of charge by that globe in the Mars Suntap station," Russ said. "It

turned you into a sort of robot a human body running on a charge of alien energy that responded to the

commands of the Suntap outfit. Apparently, it took a long time before the charge had complete control of

your body. Obviously, it then could act only in some general way telling you to wreck the ship.

"Now, Burl, your body received a charge a long time ago. Whatever its nature, it counteracted or shorted

Both Boulton and Burl thought that made sense. "But," Burl conjectured, "isn't it possible that the charge in

Russ shrugged. "Maybe. Well find out at the next stop. And, incidentally, that's not going to be on Jupiter

"That's good news," said Burl. "I had the feeling you were worried about Jupiter. The planet's so huge it

would have meant real trouble trying to land. The books say its atmosphere is thick, unbreathable, and moves

Russ nodded. "With Jupiter almost 89,000 miles in diameter, it would have been a tough problem to

maneuver outside this ship... in fact, impossible, not to mention the fact that the atmosphere, mostly ammonia

and other frigid gases, moves in several independent belts. However, Callisto should be okay."

"That's something we know about our opponents, anyway," said Burl. "They must have physical limitations

Boulton showed no further effects from his experience. In time, the Magellan drew near Jupiter. Callisto, its

fifth satellite outward, moved about the mighty planet at a distance of 1,170,000 miles. It was a large satellite

as they go, 3,220 miles in diameter, larger, in fact, than Mercury. But, as Russ explained, it was a queer place

For despite its size, Callisto was apparently not a solid body as we think of it. Its density totaled only a little

more than that of water, its mass half that of the Earth's Moon a notoriously porous body.

They bore down on Callisto, matching their speed to its, and swung close to its surface. It had almost no

atmosphere, just a thin layer of the heavier gases. It was a belted world, without clearly defined continents or

surface markings. Its equatorial zone was one vast, featureless belt of darkishgray. Its temperate zones were

"The satellite's like a huge ball of thin mud that's never hardened," said Burl as they studied the strange

"The equator's the softest it seems to be a river of muddy water, hundreds of miles wide only it can't be

water. Probably semisolidified gases holding dust and grains of matter in suspension," said Russ. "The

temperate zones are the same stuff, only colder, and therefore more stable. A thin crust of frozen gases over a

It was. The poles of Callisto were actually two continentsized islands of shell. Dry, mudlike stuff, hard as

The station, a ringed setup quite like the one on Earth, stood in the geographic center of the south pole. The

Magellan hovered over it while a landing party went down in the fourman rocket plane.

Clyde, Haines and Burl were the landing party. This time, only Burl entered the station after a hole had been

blasted in the outer shell. While the redheaded astronomer took samples and made observations, Haines kept

Burl found the controls easily enough. He was afraid that he might have lost his physical charge, but it was

not so. The controls functioned, the Suntap station died. The effect was not very noticeable, for Callisto was

already far from the Sun and the thin atmosphere could not diminish the dark sky of outer space. What the

great masts caught must have been only the relay from other stations or perhaps the invisible rays of the

Burl saw no reason to linger, and the three of them gathered up their equipment. As they started back toward

A sudden spurt of blazing gas shot up from the center of the station. "Duck!" yelled Haines, and they fell flat

on the ground. Burl held his hands protectively over his head, as an explosion shook the building.

There was no rain of rocks. Whatever the blast, Callisto's gravity was too weak to attract the debris that flew

"It was an atomic explosion!" Haines shouted into his helmet mike. "They mined that station. Run for it!"

They raced for the rocket plane. As they ran, Burl felt the ground quiver beneath him, and huge cracks began

They reached the plane and piled in. Russ took off just as the surface cracked open in a thousand places like

As they rocketed back to the Magellan, the whole polar cap, an area hundreds of miles around the Suntap

station, split apart. Great spurts of liquid magma, the liquid gasdust from the heart of the planet, shot up like

fountains. Parts of the shelllike polar continent were disappearing beneath this new ocean.

"Their little atomic bomb shattered the thin crust. The whole polar island will probably sink," said Russ. "It

They reached the Magellan, loaded the rocket plane aboard, and pulled out, setting their course for the ringed

THE NEXT lap of their journey was uneventful. Saturn, the next outward planet from the Sun, and the

second largest, would present the same problem as Jupiter. This world, famous for its mysterious rings, was

about 71,000 miles in diameter and had a large family of satellites nine in all. The Suntap station would

Saturn was also almost as far out from Jupiter as Jupiter itself had been from the Sun. This meant that the trip

would be as long for the Magellan as the distance they had already traveled to get to Jupiter. Fortunately the

AG drive was a remarkable thing it was possible to accelerate to fantastic speeds in theory, probably

right up to the speed of light. And so, where great distances were concerned, the ship simply rushed its fall

Boulton had fully recovered and showed no lingering signs of the strange electronic charge. Because of the

limited size of the crew, Lockhart put the Marine captain back on full duty he would participate in future

At the same time, Lockhart cautioned Haines, Burl and Ferrati to keep their eyes on him. It was always

Haines had his group make a new inventory of their weapons. Burl, working with them in a space suit, in the

partially protected region of the cargo hull, was surprised at the variety. There was a second rocket plane, a

twoman outfit. In addition, they had a large store of offensive weapons, including a small but formidable

Haines gave Burl and Ferrati who were new to military weapons brief introductory lectures on their use.

Burl saw just what a handsized, tactical atomic shell looked like and how it worked. He learned how to

And so the time passed, and the amazing disc of Saturn began to grow in their viewplates. It was banded,

much like Jupiter, and its brilliant rings surrounded it with a mystic halo that set it apart from all the other

Burl was watching Saturn through the largest of the nose viewplates when he thought that he saw a black dot

crossing its face. He had located the known moons of Saturn and this was not one of them. Excited, he called

Russell Clyde. "Could it be a tenth satellite?" he asked, pointing out the tiny dot.

Russ squinted his eyes; then, calculating mentally, he shook his head, "I don't think so. It looks to me more

like something that's in space between us and Saturn. In fact it must be fairly close to us for us to see it at

"We're moving mighty fast," commented Oberfield. "It should have passed us already if it were a meteor.

Instead, it seems to be maintaining the same distance neither growing larger nor smaller. Acts very odd for

"Uh, uh," said Lockhart. "This calls for caution." He quickly went back to the controls, pressed the general

alarm button, then called into the intercom. "All hands to emergency stations. Haines and party, please

"This means me," gulped Burl, and scooted down the central hatch, almost colliding with Caton and Shea on

their way to the engine room. He met Haines, and, with neat dispatch, all four slipped into space suits. Then

Burl and Haines, at the main entry port, unlimbered the long rocket launcher that had been set up in the

They heard through their helmet phones that the mysterious dot was drawing closer. Haines set up one of the

launching racks, which was equipped with a telescopic sighter, and peered through the eyepiece. Apparently

It was no natural object. It was the shape of a dumbbell two spheres joined together by a short middle bar.

One sphere was a deep, golden color, the other a bluishsilver, the connecting rod a coppery metal.

"The pattern of spheres certainly suggests the Suntappers to me," said Burl. Haines murmured his

Lockhart's voice came on the phones. "We've decided it's one of the Suntapper ships. We're not going to

wait to make sure. Before we left Earth, I can now inform you, I received a directive from the President to

regard the builders of these Suntap stations as active enemies. My orders are that we are not to attempt to

undertake peaceful contact, but are to treat them on sight as armed foes in the field. To do otherwise is to risk

"I think I don't have to argue this further, considering our recent experiences." His voice hesitated, then rang

Haines clicked his tongue and reached for one of the shells. "Okay, Burl, aim at her direct. This one's got a

He slid the rocket shell into the launcher, Burl sighted, and then Haines pressed the trigger. There was a

whoosh of fire and a flare from the launcher's nose. A minute spark winged into the darkness toward the spot,

They watched with bated breath. Suddenly there was a flash of light from the other ship a vivid lightning

"They fired a burst of energy at us. It hit the rocket shell instead," said Haines. "Well, now we know. They

He fitted another shell into the launcher, and fired again. Again a spark winged its way, and the bolt of energy

burst out to detonate the shell. Burl whistled. "How did they spot it so fast?" he asked.

"I don't think they did. They're firing at us the rocket shell only happened to be between," snapped Haines.

"Ferrati," he called into his mike, "fire a shrapnel shell at them when I say the word. Advise me when ready!"

Ferrati's voice snapped back. "Right you are, sir. Here it is now, one minute okay, on target!"

While Ferrati and Boulton were readying their shot from the lower cargo port near the tail of the ship, Haines

and Burl had been fitting the largest of their shells into their own launcher. They aimed it carefully at the

"Ferrati, fire!" cried Haines; and then slowly counted to five and pressed the stud of his own launcher.

There was a momentary flicker as Ferrati's rocket shell raced forth below. Then, after a definite time lapse,

"The shrapnel shell is segmented and doesn't have a proximity guide," Haines explained. "As soon as it's on

its way, the nose comes apart into a dozen small shells, each with a standard explosive charge. The shell we

used has an atomic bomb warhead and is on proximity guide. It'll chase that ship to the ends of the system if

He paused. There was another bolt of raw energy from the dumbbellshaped craft, and this time a series of

flares in the space between the shrapnel charges had been touched off. Burl held his breath.

"I figure it takes them a while to recharge their gun," said Haines. "Our own blockbuster should get there

Then suddenly there came a sharper flare of brilliant light. For an instant Burl was blinded by the glare. When

he recovered, he peered avidly through the telescopic sighter. He saw the ship, but where there had been a

The enemy ship changed before his eyes. The remaining silvery sphere glowed brighter, and took on a golden

hue. Then it seemed as if the ship were growing smaller. He realized finally that it was retreating.

Burl gave an involuntary shout, and in his earphones he heard the same shouts of triumph from every voice

Although it might have been possible to pursue the battered enemy ship, the Magellan did not try. They were

They reached Saturn after several more days. Matching their great speed with that of the ringed world in its

As they had suspected, the Suntap station was on one of the moons. The moon was called Iapetus, the third

largest of Saturn's family. It was about eight hundred miles in diameter and the next to the farthest satellite

from Saturn. Russ was disappointed that they hadn't picked Titan, the biggest moon of all. Titan was over two

The view of Saturn was awesome, even from Iapetus' orbit two million miles away. Burl knew it would be a

sight unparalleled in the system. The great broad rings, composed of innumerable tiny particles of metal,

stone, and possibly ice, encircled it as if held there by an invisible hand. They were, he knew, the particles of

a moon that has either come too close to Saturn's great gravitational pull to hold its shape, or else had never

Iapetus was a solid world, though. A rocky body, it had a dull gleam, and was streaked here and there with

layers of white and yellow, where veins of frozen gases lay forever upon the frigid surface. No atmosphere

veiled the surface nor softened the harsh, jagged mountains and clefts of this forbidding little subplanet.

The Suntap station stood in plain sight on a high plateau near a polar region. The Magellan hovered over it

"I don't see what's to be gained by attempting a landing party," he said. "We've taken all the readings and

pictures of the other stations and we've had a couple of narrow escapes. They've probably mined this one,

and they have had plenty of time to prepare a trap. I'm in favor of simply dropping an Hbomb on it and

After a brief discussion, with only perfunctory objections from Clyde and Oberfield who, as astronomers,

The Magellan swung up a couple of hundred miles above the Suntappers' plateau. Haines and his crew

loaded the bulky Hbomb into the main launcher in the tail of the ship. Then the Magellan aimed itself at the

Down it sped, zeroing in on the wall of the station. There was a blinding flash, a glare as brilliant as that of

the Sun itself, as it hit square on the mark. This time Burl watched through carefully shielded viewscreens.

The scene was obscured by a wideflung cloud of white tens of thousands of cubic feet of satellite rock

turned instantaneously into dust particles. After the dust cleared away, they say only a gaping crater where

the plateau had been a volcanic hole, miles wide and glowing red, from which spread vast, deep cracks

The men on the Magellan were awed and silent. The thought occurred to each of them, beyond his capacity to

"Of course," said Ferrati slowly, "the low gravity of Iapetus accounts for the greater extent of the disaster. If

this had been Bikini or..." But under the glares of the rest of the crew, his sentence trailed off weakly.

Lockhart turned away from the viewer. "Mr. Oberfield," he said, unexpectedly formal and official, "you may

With forced smiles, the rest of the crew drifted away to their duties. The Magellan pulled away from Saturn,

heading out again toward the limits of the solar system, but it was several days before everyone had quite

NEVERTHELESS, FROM that point on, a different spirit seemed to animate everyone aboard the Magellan.

There was the feeling that they had closed with the enemy and found themselves not wanting. There was the

feeling that they possessed powers not inferior to those of their unknown enemies. The thought had been

haunting them all along that they were in the position of a backward people facing an advanced invader

something like the problem of the Aztecs when faced with the gunpowder and armor of the conquistadors.

Now they knew that though the Suntappers' weapons were different and indeed advanced beyond Earthly

technology, they themselves were not without resources equally deadly to the foe.

After the memory of the Hbomb's powers had been finally absorbed, the crew's activities began to indicate

that the ship was coming into the crucial phase of its journey. Haines and Boulton were going over the list of

military supplies with sharp, calculating eyes and slight grins at the thought of retribution to come. Ferrati

was overhauling the rocket planes and land traveling devices, making them shipshape.

Russell Clyde and Burl surveyed the sky, anxious to be the first to spot what they hoped would be the

limping body of the battered and fleeing dumbbell ship, a little atingle at the hope of spotting another such

Lockhart himself reflected this mood of growing excitement. He prowled the ship, examining the righty

purring engines, querying Caton, Shea and Detmar as to how it could better its performance, how fast it could

be made to shift speed and directions. He studied the orbits and locations of the remaining planets.

"Uranus is not too far off our path to Pluto," he announced one day. "We'll make it in time to wipe out their

plant there. But Neptune, whose orbit is between those of Uranus and Pluto, is away off our track, a third of

the way around the Sun. We're going to skip it, hit directly for Pluto and their main base the end of their

line. I don't want to give them too much time to make repairs or to get any reinforcements. I think they're

There was no dissent at this. And as the days rolled past, the men of the Magellan began to chafe in their

repressed desire to finish the matter. At last Uranus came into sight a large globe, very much like Saturn

and Jupiter in that it was of low density and great dimensions. Roughly, sixtyfour times the size of Earth, its

density was barely above that of water and it probably had no solid surface to speak of. An inhospitable mass

of unbreathable gases, at temperatures fantastically lower than the freezing point of water.

As they drew close to the planet, they could see that it also was banded, pale green bands alternating with

lighter ones indicating that some sections of its atmospheric belt moved faster than others. It had five

moons which rotated in the opposite direction from those of any other satellite system.

It was on the farthest moon, Oberon, a sphere six hundred miles in diameter, that the Suntap station revealed

itself. They swung down to observe it and to place their bomb. Not an Hbomb though they recognized

Oberon was without an atmosphere, a rocky world with streaks of frozen gases, and here and there the sheen

of a lake of ice ice that mould never melt that on this world would be a permanent, hardasmetal

material. There was, nonetheless, something about the surface that seemed to bother Russ.

"Do you notice what seems to be a sort of shifting movement?" he asked Burl. Burl looked, and sure enough,

"I don't know," said Russ, "But I'm going to ask Lockhart to put the ship down and let me take a look."

Lockhart at first demurred, but finally decided that they could afford the brief halt. The Magellan approached

Burl and Russ descended in the twoman rocket plane, while the teardropshaped ship hung half a mile

above them. They landed on a narrow plain, bordered by low ridges of mountains shining with streaks of

Wearing insulated space suits, they left the rocket plane. It was Burl who made the first discovery. He pointed

dramatically at the ground. "Look, Russ. This dust is full of streaks and marks. It hasn't been lying here

Russ kneeled in order to look more carefully. The layer of dust, the consequences of an airless world exposed

without protection to the endless fall of cosmic particles, was indeed not the level, undisturbed surface it

should have been. Here and there were light, low depressions, as if something had moved across it like a

small snake crawling on its belly. In one place lay a series of depressions, like the footprints of some

But they trudged on, across the barren flat to a ridge of rock. Here they found what they had thought to be

impossible. Clustered along the side of the ridge, in the faint light of the distant and tiny Sun, was a series of

thin, blue stalks, about half a foot in height. On each stalk was a flat scalloped top like a little umbrella. It was

sometimes bright blue, and sometimes violet. As they drew nearer, these little stalks began to sway, and

"They look like plants," said Burl. "Plants made of something glassy and plastic."

As Russ studied the strange growths, something moved across the dusty tract behind them. It was long and

thin and wiggly, with a ridge of tiny crystalline hairs along its back. It was like a snake perhaps, but one made

It slid among the plants and wrapped itself around one. The growth snapped suddenly, and then was absorbed

Russ shook his head in amazement. "This is a great discovery," he said incredulously. "This is life! It's life of

a chemical type different from the protoplasm of Earth and Mars and Venus. It's life designed to exist among

liquid gases and frozen air life which can't have anything in common with protoplasm. Apparently it

Russ was carried away with the possibilities. "This hints at great things, Burl. Out near Pluto, where the

system is even colder, there may be other forms of this frigiplasmic life, if I may coin a word. This means a

They returned to the ship with their astonishing news. The Magellan slowly skimmed over the surface of

Oberon. They found whole forests of this glassy frigid vegetation, but not much evidence of any animal life

Over the Suntap station a ringed layout like the others, whose cluster of masts caught the emanations of

the distant Sun on the one hand and directed them outward to the still unseen planet Pluto on the other the

ship halted. It drew up fifty miles, pointed its tail and blasted forth a rocketdriven, tactical atomic bomb.

The blast on Oberon was tiny compared to the one which had devastated Iapetus, but it still left a deep

They left it and the Uranian orbit behind them and headed outward once again. Behind them now lay the

worlds of the Sun's family, while far off to one side lay the tiny light of Neptune. Ahead, between them and

the vast gulf of interstellar space, lay only the dark, mysterious ninth planet, the enigmatic world named after

The Magellan plunged on, in constant acceleration, moving outward to the farthest limit of the solar system.

They had traveled almost one billion, eight hundred million miles from the Sun and yet they still had two

billion miles more to go. This was the longest stretch and during it, they would reach speeds greater than

any they had touched before. They shot outward, faster and faster, eating up the infinite emptiness of space,

The Sun, already small, dwindled steadily. It was still the brightest star in their sky of all the stars, it alone

retained a disclike shape, and the faint flicker of its coronal flames could occasionally be made out but it

no longer dominated the heavens. To find the Sun, they now had to look for it as they would for any other

As for Earth, it could not be seen. So close to the tiny Sun it lay that only their sharpest telescopes could

bring it out. Even Jupiter showed up only as a thin, tiny crescent near the solar point of light.

"Pluto's a mysterious world," said Burl as he and Russ scanned the heavens for a first glimpse of it. "The

accounts in your astronomy books give very little real information on it but what they give is strange. They

say it's the only planet beyond Mars that is a small solid world like the inner ones. It seems to be the same

size as Earth not at all like the big outer worlds. And they say it seems to be the same mass as Earth a

Russ nodded. "It's an odd one, all right. There's now even some belief that it's not a true planet, but one that

was once a satellite of Neptune. Its orbit is peculiar; it apparently may cut into that of Neptune. In fact,

everything hints at Pluto not being a true child of our Sun. It may be a world captured from afar a lonely

wanderer cast off from some other star, captured by the Sun after millions of years of drifting lightless

Beyond them, in their vision, lay only the stars of outer space, the void that did not belong to our system. And

then, finally, they found Pluto a tiny point of light shining among the blazing stars. They saw the disc,

Even as they were taking their first long look at the dark planet, the general alarm rang. They had caught up

THERE WAS a mad rush to action stations. Detmar, Ferrati and Oberfield, who had been in their bunks,

dashed to their posts while others tried to pass them in both directions. Haines and Burl hastily climbed into

their space suits, while Ferrati and Boulton manned the inner defensive controls.

Burl pulled the tightfitting harness of his insulated space suit over him. The shape of the Suntapper ship

came into focus on the tiny screen of the air lock viewer. It was approaching them at a frighteningly rapid

pace. He could see the broken framework of one of its two globes the one on which they had scored their

hit. The other globe and the connecting passages were strikingly clear. Tiny circles of windows were visible

in the passage section, which undoubtedly housed the operators of the vessel. For a fleeting instant he

realized that as yet none of the Earthlings had any inkling of what these creatures looked like.

While he knew that the scene was telescopic, the ship was undoubtedly approaching them fast; or rather, they

were catching up to it at a perilous pace! Whether the wrecked enemy had slowed down more than they had,

as it approached its Plutonian base, or whether some other surprise lay ahead, they had no idea.

Burl felt the jarring impact as Lockhart cut the Magellan's drive. There was an instant of weightlessness, and

then their weight reversed as the AG drive strove to slow down the ship. Within the air lock they were

outside the living space of the sphere, suspended beneath the drive chamber. Burl could see the walls of the

inner sphere whirl past him, a foot away, as the living quarters rotated to shift with the gravitational change.

And at that very moment, while all those inside were temporarily helpless, disaster struck.

Burl had just finished adjusting his airtight helmet, and Haines was already on his way forward to the outer

shell port and the rocket guns, when there was a flash of lightning from the crippled enemy spaceship. The

Within what seemed a split second after Burl's eyes had registered the flash on the little viewplate, the

Magellan received the full force of the mighty electronic discharge. To Burl it seemed as if a thunderclap had

sounded in his ears, and as if he had been plunged into a bath of white flames. The walls of the passage

sparked brilliantly, blinding light filled the air, and Burl's body vibrated as it would to an electric shock.

He reeled wildly, catching at the walls and almost falling. In a few seconds his senses recovered, although his

body was still humming from the blow and his ears were ringing. The viewplate had gone black, the lights in

the air lock corridor were dark, and when he tried to gain his feet he realized that the ship now had no gravity;

Haines was slumped in the end of the corridor, with the port nearly opened. Burl pushed his way over to him

and helped the groggy explorer to his feet. There was no sound, and Burl suddenly remembered that he hadn't

taken time to switch on his helmet phone. He did so and was relieved to hear Haines's voice asking if he was

"I'm okay," Burl called. "Let's get this port open. Maybe we can hit back at least once."

Together, they turned the bolts and pushed the thick outer shell door open. Without the aid of telescopic

sights they could see the shape of the Suntapper vessel plainly, outlined against the curtain of distant stars.

Struggling not to think of what might be going on within the Magellan their earphones registered nothing

except each other they unlimbered the long tube of the rocket launcher and aimed pointblank at the foe.

Haines reached into the ammunition locker vault alongside the passageway and selected the biggest and

wickedest of the available shells. He twisted the dial in the warhead and, while Burl held the aim, shoved in

the rocket shell. With a press of the button, the missile roared out of the tube, racing in an arc of fire directly

They watched with bated breath, counting the seconds, hoping not to see another blast of electrical fire. But

apparently the foe had exhausted its limited resources, for the thin spidery line of rocket sparks reached out,

There was a great flare in the sky now, an outpouring of fire and hot metal. When it cleared away, the sky

Haines wearily drew the outer port shut. "Now, let's see if we're goners, too," he said quietly. They sealed the

Even as they were unlocking the toggles of the inner hatch, the corridor lights started to flicker. They would

light up dimly, and then flicker out, light up again, flare for an instant, then die down. Someone was alive

They got the hatch open. In the central section of the living sphere, the lights were also dim and in a few

places they were completely out. They emerged and closed the hatch behind them. Only after Haines had

tested the inner atmosphere and found it still pressurized, did they open their helmets and climb stiffly out of

the space suits, wincing at bruises they had sustained but had not noticed until then.

The air pressure was all right, but, there was a smell of burned rubber and insulation in the air. Now that their

helmets were off, they could hear voices somewhere above. They found Oberfield lying unconscious, thrown

to the floor by the sudden shift of the ship. They climbed into the control room. Lockhart was floating in the

air near the open hatchway leading to the engine room overhead. He was calling out orders to someone who

Russ was working over the navigation desk, a bandage around his head, trying to figure out where they would

be and where they were heading, without having access to the still dark viewplates.

Lockhart twisted in the weightless air when he saw them. He seemed both relieved and distressed. "I'm glad

Burl realized that inside the ship they had no way of knowing that vengeance had been served. Hastily, he

explained. His word cheered everyone. Russ and Lockhart shouted joyously. Detmar poked his head down

the hatch and called the news back to his two fellows who were struggling to get the AG generators

The bolt of energy, whatever it may have been designed to do to a ship of the Suntapper build, did not have

the totally disastrous effect on the Magellan that it was intended to have. It had knocked out their electrical

system temporarily, burned out some of its parts and caused the AG system to fail, although the atomic piles

There now followed an anxious period during which more and more of the electrical system began to

function as the men labored to rig up emergency wires, and to replace burned out bulbs and lines. There was

a general cheer when the viewplates flickered into life again, though not all functioned. They again had

The humming in the engine room started up, rose and fell uneasily a couple of times, and then they felt a

surge of force. Lockhart fell gently to the floor as the ship began to drive ahead, and then in a few minutes the

"We took what they had to give, and it wasn't enough," exulted Haines. "Now wait till we reach their main

Lockhart shook his head wearily as he and Russ worked over the controls. "Let's hope we don't have to show

them soon. Our ship is running on emergency rigging. Caton says he's going to have to rest the ship and

rewire a good part of the system. Meanwhile, we will be able to reach Pluto safely enough."

Pluto was visible in the forward viewplates. They could see lighter and darker patches on it, almost like the

markings of continents and oceans, but there was no evidence of an atmosphere, nor had they expected any.

Readings showed that the average surface temperature was about 200� Fahrenheit below zero, even lower in

They found what they wanted on the north polar depression, a basin in the oblate sphere of Pluto. There was

no ringed station. There rose a vast pile of dark masonry a mighty structure covering at least a square mile,

a fortress building whose roofs bristled with an array of masts and reflectors. And hanging on patrol over this

"We're in no position to come to grips with them," said Lockhart. "I'm going to take the Magellan into a low

orbit around Pluto's equator. We'll be out of their sight yet near enough to do some probing and exploring

This they proceeded to do, swinging the ship down to within a few hundred miles of the Plutonian surface,

setting on a fixed orbit around the equator, exactly as the sputniks of years past had first circled the bulk of

the Earth. Staying far enough up to maintain orbit, they were close enough to be below the planet's radiation

Taking stock of the ship's condition showed that they dearly needed this delay. Repairs would not be

completed for several days. Practically everyone had been bruised or shaken up; Oberfield had a fractured

skull and was in serious condition; Ferrati had broken his leg and pelvis; Shea had a couple of cracked ribs.

The Magellan quietly circled Pluto once every hour and a half and the ship tried to resume its normal life.

Russ studied the surface beneath them, Haines and Burl at his elbow. Then, after conferring, the three

"We want permission to make a landing," Russ said. "If we take the fourman rocket plane we can make the

ground safely. We've got to reconnoiter before we can figure out how to put this master Suntap station out

Lockhart agreed. "I was planning as much. Now that we're here, we can't delay just because we're injured. Go

The three got ready quickly. They donned their space suits, loaded the larger rocket plane with equipment,

arms, and plenty of extra fuel. Just before they left, Lockhart gave them a word of caution. "Do not attempt to

communicate with the Magellan by radio. If Pluto is the Suntappers' home world, you may find yourselves

surrounded by enemies, and overheard. Don't reveal our existence or position. If you have to talk to us, do not

Burl strapped himself into his seat within the rocket plane and glanced through the thick window. Below

them was a world the size of Earth a world which, if it had air and warmth, could most nearly be Earth's

twin of all the planets in the system. This rocket plane had touched on the hot surface of Mercury, the first

planet. In a little while it would set down on the frigid surface of the last planet. They had come a long way.

WITH A jolt that shoved the three men back in their seats, the rocket plane pushed out the cargo hatch, and

slid into the dark of space on its own power. Behind them, the metallic surface of the Magellan gleamed

briefly, and then swung away on its orbit. Riding the red fire of their rockets, they headed on a long low dive

Pluto was a vast hemisphere, half lighted in the faint, dim glow of the tiny Sun, half in the total darkness of

outer space. Here and there wound a silent, frozen river of glistening white. They passed over a gulf of some

frigid sea of liquid gases, from which islands of subzero rock projected, and moved inland over a continent of

lifeless grays and blacks. Haines gently drew the ship lower and lower, and at last the rocket plane bumped to

It rolled a few yards and stopped. The three men crowded to the door, tightened their face plates, and forced

open the exit. There was a rush of air as the ship exhausted its atmosphere. Then, one by one, they stepped

Haines grumbled. "I know what you mean. I can make a guess. We've never really been the right weight since

we left Earth. Even under acceleration there were differences one way or the other. But I feel now exactly as I

The two younger men realized Haines was right. For the first time since they had left their home world, they

were on a planet whose gravity was normal to them. It felt good and yet it felt in these fearful

Above them was the familiar black, unyielding sky of outer space. No breath of air moved. Yet somehow the

scene resembled Earth. "It's like a blackandwhite photo of a Terrestrial landscape," said Burl.

There was a field, some hills, a tiny frozen creek and the dark shapes of rounded mountains in the distance.

A thin layer of cosmic dust lay over the surface, such as would be found on any airless world. Russ scooped

He squeezed it between his gauntleted fingers. It cracked and broke into powder. He whistled softly. "You

know what this feels and looks like" he said as they came close to the frozen creek on the little hillside. "It

feels like dirt common, Earthly dirt. Like soil. And you know what... I can already tell you one of Pluto's

They stopped at the creek. It was a layer of frozen crystalline gases. Haines pushed the alpenstock he was

carrying into it and scraped away the gas crystals. "I think I can guess," he said, "and I'll bet there is ice under

"Pluto was once a warm world with a thick atmosphere," said Russ. "Notice the rounded hills and the worn

away peaks of the mountains. Those are old mountains weatherbeaten. This hill is round

weatherbeaten. This creek, those rivers of frozen gas they follow beds that could only be made by real

rivers of warm water. The soil that lies beneath this dust it could only happen on a world that knew night

and day, warmth and light, and rain and wind. Pluto was once a living world, a place we'd have called

Russ shrugged. "We'll find that out. But the evidence is unmistakable." They walked on.

There was a low, cracked wall on the other side of the hill, and beyond the wall stood the roofless ruins of a

They waited with surprise and uncertainty. Haines drew his compressed air pistol, but there was no

They advanced on it and flashed a light inside. It was an empty shell. There was no glass within the wide and

"They went in and out the windows," commented Burl, ducking through one of the openings. "And they

"No," said Russ, "there's no reason to suppose the inhabitants would have been built like human beings."

Inside there was nothing to see, and they left. Beyond, they found a straight depression in the ground filled

They returned to the rocket plane in order to follow the dead roadway more easily. Passing between the low,

dark cliffs of rocky mountains, they came to a plain marked by thousands of columns of rock, pieces of

crumbling walls, and many straight depressions that must have been streets. It was the remains of a world that

They found, as they traveled northward and made intermittent landings, that there had been many cities. Now

all lay in ruins. There had been great roadways, now covered with the debris of outer space. There had been

In their landings, they had found inscriptions on walls and basreliefs carved on mountains. They knew from

these what the Plutonians had looked like, and they had a suspicion of what had happened.

The Plutonians had been vaguely like men and vaguely like spiders. They had stood upright on four thin,

widespread legs and had two short arms. Their bodies were wide and squat, and they seemed to have been

mammalian and probably warmblooded. They breathed air out of flat, thin nostrils and their heads joined

their bodies without necks. Two oval eyes were set below a jutting bald brow. They had worn clothes, they

Their vehicles had globeshaped power plants. Their airplanes had globes where wings should have been.

Their cities and their engines which existed now only on wall pictures that were probably once

"There's no doubt," said Russ, "that the Suntapper culture and the Plutonian culture are the same. It's the

"But how could they have survived?" Burl asked. "This world was never part of the solar system when it was

"We'll soon know," said Russ. "Tomorrow we're going to see how far we can get into their polar redoubt.

"And I think we three are going to do it," said Haines. "The Magellan will never take the place from the sky.

Now they were reminded of Earth again. For the first time since they had departed from the United States,

night fell. They had not been on any other planet long enough for such an experience. But the effect here on

Day was like a bright, moonlight night. Night then meant that the dim Sun had set and, in effect, it merely

They compared notes late into the night in the rocket plane. By dawn, when again the dim glow shone, they

A number of the drawings on the walls seemed to have some religious significance. They focused on the

phases of a moon. There were symbolic representations of this moon, passing through its phases; presumably

"I think," Russ answered, "that what some astronomers had suspected about Pluto was right. It did not

originate in the solar system, but was captured from outer space. Originally it revolved around another sun,

some star which was lightyears away. How it tore loose from that star we'll probably never know the star

might have simply become too dim, their planet might have been on a shaky orbit, an experiment of theirs

"Once beyond the gravitational grip of its parent sun, the planet wandered through the darkness of interstellar

space until it came within the influence of our own Sun. How long this took would again be a guess. Possibly

not more than a few thousand years, I'd say, since somehow a remnant of the population managed to survive.

This suggests that they had some warning. Enough time passed for them to build the big structure we noticed

at the north pole, probably to store food, build underground greenhouses and make sealed homes for a few

families. Inside this giant building the last of the Plutonian people kept going.

"Then came the moment when their planet fell into an orbit around our Sun. I'd guess they emerged to find

that the new Sun was too far away ever to heat up Pluto again, or to permit the rebuilding of an atmosphere.

So they worked out a new scheme. This was to blow up the sun into a nova make it a giant and thereby

bring its heat all the way out to Pluto warming this world again, lighting it again, unfreezing its gases and

"That also accounts," added Haines, "for their limited number of spaceships and their need for secret

"Yes," said Burl, "but there are two things that don't fit in. What happened to their moon surely it would

have gone along with Pluto since it revolved around it? And second, why the thirtyyear delay between the

There was no answer to these questions yet. The three began the morning's expedition.

As they neared the pole, they stayed close to the surface, for, any moment, they expected to see the dumbbell

At last they set down the rocket plane on the edge of the polar plateau and got out. Not more than a mile

away, the black ramparts of the budding a wall running miles across the horizon rose hundreds of feet

Above it, they caught a flicker from the forests of masts and the glint from a dumbbell ship. They moved

silently forward carrying the rocket launcher on their backs and a small load of shells and several hand

bombs. These made heavy baggage, but the distance was not far, and the purpose great.

Burl felt like an ant about to creep into a human house. But he reflected that no ant ever had such dangerous

intentions. An ant enters a house to steal a crumb of food. But if an ant had intelligence and evil intentions, it

Such was the situation for the three of them as they neared the precipitous walls. On arrival, they found that

The Plutonian refuge had not been built to offset attack from the surface of the planet itself. It was no thick

rampart of unbroken plastic as the walls of the other Suntap stations had been. Close up, it proved to have

many doorless entryways, ramps running up to higher floors, even wiry monorail scaffolding, probably left

They entered an opening in the base. Once inside, dim lights set in the ceiling lighted the path before them.

They walked down this culvert like rats in a giant sewer until they came to a wall studded with several doors.

The doors were shut, but a tiny globe set on the surface of each one reacted to Burl's charged touch. Two

opened upon dark airless passages. The third resisted a moment, and when it did open, there was a whoosh of

air which raised a momentary cloud of dust on the stone floor of the culvert. This was obviously the entrance

The men closed the door behind them. They were in a small chamber. A door on the other side was opening

They were now inside the vast building itself. There was air, and, after testing it, they opened their helmets.

The air was almost as thick as that of Earth, and they experienced no difficulty in breathing. It was stale and

somewhat metallic in flavor, probably because it had been enclosed and used over and over for thousands of

They saw no living beings, which seemed strange. "Apparently these people really are at their last gasp,"

remarked Russ as they passed through an area that had obviously once been a large dormitory. They heard

distant humming sounds somewhere in the floors above, but all that was visible on the lower level seemed to

They walked through great storerooms which were piled high with sealed drums. They saw factories lying

silent curious lots of odd machines powered by globes that were idle. They skirted an unlighted reservoir

of water in a circular chamber far in the interior. And here and there in the gloom, they spotted huge ramps

Finally they turned their steps up a sloping ramp, mounting one floor and then another, and another. They

were tired, but curiously exhilarated. They felt that they were about to strike at the heart of the foe, and that

They emerged on a higher level, lighted more brightly than the others. Here they saw globes that glowed with

the same intensity as those in the Suntap stations had. They moved carefully now, keeping out of sight, and

several times they saw shadows in the distance or heard the thump of something moving.

They worked their way by instinct to what they guessed was the center of operations. They peered, at last,

through a low, wide doorway into a large chamber. Here was a mass of mighty globes and rods, some

revolving as they circled the metals masts that came through the room from the ceiling above.

"It must be the base of the Suntap receiver line," whispered Haines. "This should be a good enough place to

They stole over to a cluster of globes and unpacked the powerful little atomic bomb they had carried with

them. They carefully put it together, inserted the explosive fuse, and set the timer. "I'm giving it four hours,"

said Haines. "Time for us to get out of here and radio the Magellan to get into action. That should take care of

They moved carefully out again, scarcely breathing for fear of some Plutonian entering and discovering them.

Back down through corridors and strange chambers they moved, stopping every little while as something that

sounded like footsteps passed over them. "Where," Burl whispered, suddenly troubled, "is the stolen heat and

power of the Sun going? It isn't heating up Pluto. Surely they can't simply store it."

"Something we haven't solved," Russ replied hurriedly. "From what I remember of the masts, it looked as if

They fell silent, concentrating all their energies on not losing the way. "Are you sure we came through here?"

"I don't, either," said Russ. "It looks queer. Are you sure we're on the right path?" He turned to Haines.

The explorer shook his head. "We must have made a wrong turn. I think we've lost our direction."

They hastily conferred, and decided the best thing to do was to make their way to the lowest level and then

outward but suddenly they realized they could not tell which way was outward. There were no windows,

To make matters worse, they heard new noises, and, just as they dodged into a corner, five Plutonians

These creatures were as the ancient wall sculptures had depicted them, though a bit smaller than their

ancestors. They were pale, almost white in skin color, and their eyes were tiny sparks of red. They wore light

harnesses around their bodies, and two of them were carrying tools. They spoke together in clacking bass

voices. They shuffled loosely over the ground on their four thin legs. Burl thought of them as ugly caricatures

When the creatures had passed, the three explorers darted out to where a ramp spiraled to the lower levels.

Staring directly at them were two Plutonians who had come up from below. The men pushed past, but not

The Earthmen started to run down, followed by the scrabbling sounds of their pursuers. The barking calls

From somewhere a booming sound began, repeated over and over. As the men emerged on the floor below,

they heard it repeated on every level. "The alarm's out for us," called Haines, making no effort to keep his

Laden with the remaining weapons and equipment, the three human beings hurried on, but it soon became

clear that four legs were better than two, for the creatures were gaining on them.

They had forgotten they were lost. Now they sought only to get out of sight and hide. They dropped their

equipment as they ran down halls, through tunnels, skittering along sloping ramps, heading for what they

Behind them an increasing crowd of Plutonians had collected, and several times a spark of electronic power

Burl's lungs began to ache painfully. Close on the heels of his companions he dashed into one room only to

find a group of Plutonians coming at him from the other side. His ears were deafened by the barking noises

and alarm boomings. He jumped to one side to avoid a Plutonian standing directly in his path, and ran into a

With a sinking heart, he realized that he was now alone. Haines and Russ must have been cut off. He gasped

for breath. Running in a tight space suit, carrying his oxygen tanks, was hot and hard work. He did not dare

He ran wildly on, hoping to reach an outer door. But he seemed now to be in a maze, for nothing was familiar

to him. He could no longer remember how many times he had run into groups of Plutonians, nor could he

Then he stumbled into a small, round chamber out of which led three tunnels. As he looked around quickly to

select his next means of escape, barking Plutonians erupted from each opening. Burl backed up against the

A blaze of sparks broke over his head as a blast banged across the room. The redeyed, scrabbling figures

charged, their chinless mouths opening to emit barking calls of bestial anger. One aimed a rodlike

The room dissolved around him in a glare of brilliant green. As he slipped helplessly to the floor, he lost

BURL DENNING! Can you hear me, Burl Denning?" A thin, tinny voice somewhere was calling him. But

the darkness was all around, and Burl felt a great sleepiness and a desire only to sink deeper into the cottony

"Burl Denning! If you can hear me, speak up!" Again the faint, scratchy voice nagged at Burl's mind. He

really ought to answer. He tried to open his mouth. Something hard and cold was pressing against his back.

Once more the voice called, and this time he decided that he must be asleep. He struggled to open his eyes,

then finally blinked them wide in an effort to adjust himself to his surroundings.

He was apparently out in the open, and it was night. The sky was dark, not black, but almost so a deep,

blueblack. There was a pale blue saucer hanging in the sky. It blotted out most of the view. Gradually, he

became aware of a shiny barrier between him and that sky he was not out of doors. Something like a glass

Burl raised his head. There was no one in sight. He felt dizzy and confused. He lifted a hand to his brow, and

felt the cold glass of his space helmet. He was still wearing his space suit then. The voice it must be in his

Quickly the faint voice replied, growing stronger. "Burl, are you all right? Where are you?"

Burl looked around. He was sitting on the floor of an isolated enclosure with a transparent dome. There were

no walls, just the rounded dome like a fishbowl turned upside down on him. The flooring beneath his feet

"I'm all right, I think," said Burl. "Is that you, Russ? Sounds a little like you, but you must be far away."

"Yes, it's me, Russell Clyde," confirmed the voice. "You're coming in weak, too. Where are you?"

Burl described his surroundings. There was a silence for a moment, then Russ's voice again. "I kind of

suspected it, but what you say confirms it. We must be on the only planet we haven't visited... or rather, not

on it, but near it. I mean Neptune. I knew from the gravity I wasn't on Pluto any more. Judging from our

weight, and your description of the bluish planet in the sky, we must be on Triton, Neptune's bigger moon."

Burl found that his dizziness was disappearing. "I feel light," he commented, as he got to his feet. "Should

"That's it," said Russ. "Neptune is pretty much of a twin for Uranus, only it's denser, a little bit smaller, and

perhaps more substantial than the other giant worlds in our system. It should have a second moon, smaller

Burl walked around the little enclosed space. "I guess I'm a prisoner here," he said. "This dome is on the

surface. Most of the area is just a sort of rocky plain with patches of liquid gases, but there are a couple of big

buildings nearby. Funny sort of structures they have fancy tops with symbols on them that look like the

"I think I'm inside one of those buildings," Russ guessed. "I'm in a big hall with a lot of exhibits in glass

cases. And they've got thestrangest creatures I've ever seen in them. There are lunar markings here, too

Burl paced around, regaining his senses as he walked. It was obvious that, after he'd been knocked out by the

Plutonians, he had been taken by them to this moon of Neptune. For what purpose?

Russ continued to murmur his thoughts, his voice ringing tinnily in Burl's earphones. "I think that Triton was

originally Pluto's moon. When Pluto wandered into the solar system, it crossed Neptune's orbit and was held.

Its moon came closer to Neptune and was captured completely. But Pluto, having a greater mass, didn't stick.

It established an eccentric orbit of its own . which took it far out from Neptune for hundreds of years at a

stretch and brought it back only rarely. Pluto lost its moon. And that moon was the spiritual home of the

Burl glanced across the landscape. There were some funny things growing nearby. They looked a little like

"What happened to you and Haines after we got separated?" he asked, still talking through his helmet phone.

"I don't know what happened to Haines," said Russ. "I hope he got away. But they trapped me. I was taken

aboard one of their dumbell ships, and brought here. The trip took days. I guess you were unconscious for all

that time. If it's any comfort to you, the Pluto building was destroyed. Our atomic bomb went off. I saw the

flare from a window in the ship. I think this moon is the last stronghold of the Suntappers, and I think it is

The strange crystalline vegetation seemed to be moving closer to Burl. He watched it carefully. It was

They glided oddly over the ground, and he saw that their bases were a mass of crystalline fringes, moving

feelers which crawled over the surface bearing the upper structures with them. They had thin, trunklike

bodies with two long, pencillike branches that were used as arms. And the coconut objects were heads!

They circled the dome now, and Burl could see that each round blue knob had a central black spot that

apparently served as an eye. There was no sign of nostrils or mouth Burl stared at the creatures in wonder.

The beings were clearly gesturing to him, trying to signal with their odd arms. He waved back, wondering

how he could establish communication. As he did so, he described the creatures to Russ.

Russ's voice was excited. "Say! I think I've figured out what sort of place I'm in. This is a museum of galactic

life! Each of these glass cases contains a specimen of the highest form of life of its particular world. In one of

the cases, opposite me, there's one of the Martian creatures a big, antlike fellow. He's standing there,

looking perfectly alive, but absolutely motionless. Next to him is something else that looks like an intelligent

form. It's sort of a man, covered with short red hair. Around its waist it's got a belt, and there are pouches on

it, and something like a short sword. It must be a humanoid type from some world out among the stars. Some

of the others look like intelligent forms, too, because they are wearing clothing.

"I think that collecting these specimens and setting them up here is part of the religion of the Suntappers."

While Russ was talking, Burl thought of a way he might communicate with the stickmen. He wanted to

draw a diagram of the solar system on the floor of his enclosure. He gestured futilely with his hand, but there

was nothing with which to make a marking. The stickmen outside watched his hand, then one of them

reached around to something hanging across its back and withdrew a thin table and a wedge of red. Holding

the table up to that Burl could see, the creature quickly sketched a recognizable map of the Sun and its

Burl realized then that he was dealing with highly intelligent beings no savages, these, but the products of

a high civilization. He indicated the third world as his own. The stickman drew back as if surprised, then

During the next few hours, a most curious threeway discussion went on Burl signaling to the Neptunians

outside and describing his discoveries to Russ over the phone of his space suit; Russ suggesting answers to

some of the more difficult diagrams. It was a curious experience. Gradually, by means of simple drawings

and gestures, and even charadelike playlets acted out by the weird vegetablecrystal beings, there emerged

On Neptune there had been a great civilization covering the entire world, a hard surface lying deep beneath

its thick methane atmosphere. There were forests and there were animals and intelligent beings. They did not

breathe, but absorbed both their food and liquid gas through rootlike feelers on which they stood and moved.

Then one day, about thirty years ago, they had been invaded by creatures that came in dumbbellshaped

spaceships, and which had destroyed their cities, and attempted to conquer the planet. They learned that these

ships had come from Triton, the strange new moon that Neptune had acquired about a thousand years earlier,

For thirty years the Neptunians had fought against the invaders. For a while they almost succeeded, but then

something new had developed. Their world grew hotter. Great structures had been erected on the poles, the

areas first conquered by the Plutonians and still held by them. From these spots, vast amounts of heat surged

Heat meant death and doom to every living frigiplasmic thing on Neptune. Desperately, they increased their

warfare, but the heat sapped their strength, destroying them, until now they knew it was but a matter of time

"So that's it," breathed Burl. "That's where the Suntap energy is going. The Plutonians want Neptune

because it's near their old moon, and they have to warm it up to live on it. Of course! And Neptune's too far

from the Sun to explode when it novas, it will just get comfortable for the Plutonians!"

The Neptunians continued their strange tale. They had built a crude spaceship and manned it with a suicide

battalion of the most desperate warriors of their race. They had journeyed to Triton in hopes of seizing it and

destroying the foe from there. The stickmen had attacked and had been beaten back.

Now there were only a few dozen of them left the last soldiers of their invasion and ignored by the enemy.

Russ's voice suddenly broke into Burl's thoughts, "There's some sort of ceremony beginning here. There's a

procession of Plutonians dressed in golden robes marching down the center of the hall, carrying staffs with

moon pictures on them... They're chanting in unison, though it sounds like barking. Can you hear it?"

"Now they're circling around. They're opening one of the cases. The glass slides back... Say! The exhibits

Russ's voice stopped suddenly. Faintly, Burl could hear the barking and then Russ's terrified voice. "It is a

man, Burl. He's darkskinned and wearing white cotton pants and a homespun shirt. He looks like an Indian,

maybe a South American Indian. When they lifted the glass, he just walked out and stood as if he were all

The voice was silent a moment. "They grabbed him, Burl. They sacrificed him! And now they're coming for

"I can't stop them." Russ was resigned. "They're taking me to the empty glass case. I guess I'm elected to be

Outside Burl's enclosure the stickmen sensed something unusual in his strained attitude. They stared in at

Now Russ's voice came again. "They're going to take off my helmet and throw in the suspended animation

gas, Burl. Goodby. I can see them still. Oh... oh, I feel strange, I feel stiff, faint... here... I... go...."

Burl threw himself against the restraining transparent wall of his dome prison and hammered on it with his

He looked around desperately, determined to escape, wondering what surprise the Plutonians were holding

him for suspecting he would be the next victim. They would be coming for him soon, he knew.

He searched the enclosure for some way of leaving. He looked at the stickmen and wondered if they knew.

One of them, the one who seemed to be the leader, gestured to him. His arm pointed to a spot in the floor.

Sure enough, there was a crack there, an outline like a small trap cover. He worked at it with his fingers and,

finding a dent, he pushed. A lid came off. Below was a cleared space, a few inches deep, in which were set

Burl wondered if he were still carrying the charge that attuned him to such controls. The shock he had

He pushed at the levers with his gloved hands. They did not obey him. Desperately, he removed the glove

from one of his hands. It was bitter cold in the little enclosure. but there was some atmosphere. The lever

This time it worked. The top of the dome that entrapped him suddenly opened, and the sides slid back. Burl

replaced his glove on his hand and dashed outside to the freedom of the frigid surface of Triton.

Then he was among the Neptunian stickmen, and they were actually patting him on the back, waving

They were prepared to die in one last desperate assault on the foe. Could Burl do less?

THERE WERE a number of structures laid out on the plain under the blue glow of Neptune. Burl saw that

only one of them was a true building in the design he had come to know was that of an ancient Plutonian

temple except that it was far, far larger than any of the ruined shells he had seen on Pluto.

The other structures turned out to be walls and pillars arranged around the central building, evidently in

relation to their religious significance. This main building, ornately decorated, was windowless, and the

several closed doors represented metallic and forbidding barriers. It must have covered thirty acres, rising

As Burl frantically examined it, the leaders of the Neptunians moved discreetly with him. They gestured at

the doors, indicating their own inability to open them. Apparently they thought that Burl might succeed

Burl wasn't sure he could. He supposed there might be controls similar to those that released him fromthe

dome, but he thought first he had better determine a plan of action. Somewhere within, Russ was sealed up

He managed to convey this thought to the three stickmen. There was an unmistakable nod of assent from

one of them; and a twiglike arm indicated that Burl should follow him. They rapidly crossed the area to the

Here towering crystalline masses pushed up from the dark ground. It seemed to be a weird jumble of broken

glass broken glass ten and fifteen feet high! The Neptunians led Burl into this amazing landscape through

a narrow path. He walked behind them, feeling thick and heavy in comparison with their fragile bodies. But,

in spite of appearances, they were not fragile, nor were the growths that made up the fantastic

They came to a clearing amid the forest of blue and green and orange crystals, and there were the rest of the

Neptunian survivors. Burl counted about forty, rooted in pools of liquid gas, absorbing renewed energy while

waiting for commands. As he entered the clearing, most of them lifted their root tentacles and crowded

around him. He was as strange a being to them helmeted and bundled in plastic and rubber and metal as

Burl noticed that many of them must have been wounded there were signs of missing arms or of burned

The Neptunian commander pointed out their store of arms. They had long spears of some glistening

translucent substance, a projector which fired darts of the same material, and a number of the Plutonian

He examined some of the spears and darts, and a suspicion he had held on first seeing them was confirmed.

These were made of ice! On Neptune, ice was easily obtained and hard enough to be worked like metal. Its

melting point being far, far above any heat likely outside of a Neptunian laboratory, it was as permanent as

Burl studied the captured Plutonian hand weapons, and was pleased to have one of the Neptunian soldiers

pick up one and demonstrate how it was fired. It had apparently simpler controls than most Plutonian

products, for it easily blazed forth a bolt of electronic fire that blasted a tall, crystalline tree to shards.

The Neptunian leader began to gesture again, and conveyed to Burl that they wanted to attack as soon as

possible. He gathered that conditions on Triton were not the best for these people that their ability to hold

out was limited and that they desired to make their final assault without delay. They wanted to know now

Burl realized that as far as he was concerned, he was not in any better shape than his allies. His oxygen tanks

were slowly but surely emptying. He examined his gauges and was startled to see he had only two more

hours before suffocation would set in. The suit was warmed by batteries which would last several days

Somewhere inside his suit he had a pocket knife, but he could not get at it in the frigid nearairlessness of the

There was nothing to do then but to join the Neptunian assault. He would try to open the door by the

electronic charge that still remained in his body. If he did, they could break in and do what they could. If he

Burl picked up one of the Plutonian weapons and gestured to the rest to prepare to attack. Immediately, they

fell into orderly ranks. They were, indeed, soldiers, Burl thought the cream of their planet's armies

Then, following the lead of the Neptunian captain, they marched out of the forest. As they crossed the open

plain, Burl knew that they were probably in sight of the defenders. But he realized quickly that that had been

true when he was released and nothing had happened. So perhaps he was wrong. Perhaps the Plutonians were

That left only the Plutonian spaceships to worry about. Burl hastily searched the sky and located two glowing

spots four really undoubtedly two of the doublesphere ships. The Neptunians behind bumped into him,

Burl pointed to the ships. The commander waved his arms helplessly. They had been there all along, Burl

gathered, and what could he do about it? More gestures. Yes, the ships were dangerous. In fact, they had been

the ones that had defeated the main Neptunian attack, blasted them from the sky and destroyed the ship in

which the stickman army had arrived. The Neptunians were going to attack, regardless.

Again, Burl realized the essentially suicidal mood that moved these beings. They were attacking against odds

Even as Burl stared at the faroff lights of the Plutonian ships, he noticed them swing away, moving off

toward the horizon. As he watched, he thought for an instant that something else had blinked like a star, far in

Struck by a sudden thought, he activated his helmet radio. "Burl Denning calling the Magellan!" He spoke at

maximum power into his throat mike. "Calling the Magellan! If you can hear me, reply!"

Then, to his joy, a faint, faraway voice answered, "Burl Denning! This is Lockhart. Give us your location."

"Lockhart! There are two Pluto ships approaching you from the direction in which you can hear my voice. Be

The voice came faintly again, "We see them. We'll take care of them. Haines made it back to the ship. The

Pluto base is destroyed. There are only those two ships left. We followed them here as fast as we could. Can

Burl called, "Don't worry about me. Go to it. Russ may be alive in their building here. Don't bomb it. I'm

"Okay," called Lockhart's voice; already growing weak as the Magellan and the two pursuing foes drew

Burl turned to the Neptunian captain. He drew his hand across the sky to show that the ships had gone, drawn

away from their protection of the temple. He pointed at the was of the building with a "let's go" gesture.

Burl noticed that though the Neptunians were apparently featureless, he could sense a distinct tightening up in

They marched up to the main door of the temple. The captain loosed a bolt of electronic fire at it, but it left no

There was no sound from within. Evidently the Plutonians were either busy about their own business, or did

In a covered panel right next to the door, Burl found the typical Suntap controls. He tried to work them, but

He hesitated, knowing that removing his glove this time might prove very risky. Then he hastily drew off his

left gauntlet and the thin nylon glove that was the inner protection of his suit. He placed his hand on the

control. The icy cold bit into it. He twisted, the control worked, and he tore his hand away, replacing the

The door slid open. Burl ran inside, followed by half a dozen Neptunians. They were in a small antechamber,

bother to activate the inner door, which would have meant closing the outer door. Instead, they attacked it

with heavy ice axes. The strange tools, chilled to a hardness unthinkable on Earth, bit into the fragile plastic.

After a few hard blows, the plastic split, and there was a small explosion as the air within the temple burst

through. A gale of escaping gases roared through the little chamber, ripping the rest of the door to shards and

hurling the Neptunians right and left. Outside, the flow began to congeal, and a thin snow of liquid air began

When the blast subsided after several minutes, the Neptunians jumped up, shook off the new gassnow, and

Burl held his Plutonian flashgun at the ready. Inside, they found chaos and disaster. In the great rooms and

halls Plutonians writhed on the floors, in the last throes of suffocation and freezing, now that the air had been

The walls bore brilliant paintings and sharply defined sculptures. Advancing with the ranks of stickmen,

Burl caught glimpses of strange scenes on distant planets, of landscapes that must have been Pluto at one

Burl became faintly aware of a distant clanging. Not all the air was gone, he thought; it must be pouring out

The Neptunians fell behind; he saw now that the floor and walls of the temple were still too hot for them.

They began to withdraw, regrouping, blazing away with ice darts and spears at Plutonians who had appeared

Burl fired, then plunged on. He had to get to the hall where Russ was imprisoned.

Finally he was out of sight and sound of the Neptunians and their adversaries. Behind him a door swung

down. He was nearing the heart of the building now. The remaining Plutonians were sealing it off, rallying

He was now cut off from support. But he still counted on confusion and surprise to aid him. He ran down a

long hall to a vast central chamber and arrived a split second before the door slammed shut after him. The

It was a huge hall, oval in shape. In its center was a block that might be an altar. Lining the walls on each

side, ranging from the great door on the far end to the equally ornate one through which Burl had come, were

floortoceiling niches with gently curved, transparent, fronts. He could see dark shapes standing motionless

There were also about two dozen Plutonians in the hall, most of them grouped around the central altar. They

Two of them started for Burl, and he leveled his weapon and fired. There was a flash of light and one of the

creatures dropped senseless. The other turned and scuttled away, uttering barking cries.

Burl glanced hastily around. The rest of the Plutonians priests or curators or executioners, whatever they

were advanced slowly on Burl. He couldn't get them all, but he'd try. He fired it again.

This time the weapon failed to go off. Its charge was used up. The Plutonians yelped with delight and pressed

Burl desperately hurled a globeandrod at them, meanwhile looking around for a new weapon. But he saw

only the shining glass fronts of the exhibits. In the nearest case was a manlike being, dark purple in color, a

thing with a fixed but intelligent stare in its slanted yellow eyes. It had two tall ears, a wide chest, and a

curling tail, and was wearing a belt with pouches and a short kilt that only about half covered his two long,

Burl spun on his heel, swooped upon the gleaming swordlike wand that had fallen from the dead Plutonian,

and racing back to the exhibit, brought it up with all his might against the transparent surface.

The glassy stuff cracked. Another blow with all the strength of an Earthmuscled body on a light gravity

There was a puff of a greenish gas. The creature inside suddenly blinked and moved a hand. Then, without

The barking calls of the Plutonians increased in frenzy, and they charged him, screaming. As the second

exhibit crashed open, Burl turned to fend off his attackers, swinging his sword. It clashed against the sword of

the nearest curatorpriest, who slipped and went bowling over against his fellows. Burl reached the third

He turned to meet a renewed attack, and this time, out of the corner of his eye, he saw that a purple humanoid

was in action beside him. The purple one had picked up a Plutonian, apparently with great ease, and was

Something furry and green leaped high in the air and came down in the middle of the Plutonians. There was a

wild, unearthly screech as it landed, and exhibit number two, from heaven knew what starry world, was in the

Now Burl found himself momentarily unhampered, and rapidly he opened exhibit after exhibit. The battle

The Plutonians swung away in all directions with their wands. Their barking voices were drowned out by a

rising chorus of sounds roaring, inhuman voices, calling curses in languages of worlds that lay many

lightyears distant wild, birdlike calls from a winged being whose intelligent eyes and wide brow belied

the ferocity of its beaked and taloned attack. There was a clanking, ringing sound, as a thing of half jointed

shining metal, half soft, velvetywhite flesh, whirred among the foe, doing damage with a razoredged arm

There was something like a cloud of insects a mad thing which seemed to be a single hive of tiny winged

There was a Martian that had at first stood stupidly, as if unaware of what was going on, and then had gone

And in the next case was Russ, still spacesuited, staring out through the glass. With a joyous crash, Burl

Russ moved, his eyes opening wide as he saw Burl. He reached down quickly and picked up the helmet

which had been taken from his head. As soon as he had it in place, he activated the phones. "Wow!" his voice

He jumped down and grabbed Burl. Together, the two danced a wild jig of joy. Then they both remembered

the Plutonians and turned, realizing that they had momentarily left themselves wide open to attack.

But there was nothing to be afraid of. The Plutonians were all torn, beaten, lifeless. Moving among them

were their former victims the exhibits gathered from worlds undreamed of by human astronomers. What

hopes of vengeance had been stored in those inhuman hearts when each had been torn from his native world,

had been caught in helpless paralysis and carried trillions of miles across trackless space as living trophies!

Although their forms were many and strange, there seemed to be no fear of one another among the survivors.

What they had been through had united them forever. One by one, they began to gather around Burl and

Burl's helmet radio spoke up. "The Magellan calling Burl Denning! We have eliminated the last two enemy

ships. Give us your location. We intend to Abomb the installations on Triton as soon as we can pick you

Burl spoke into the phone. "Hold up the explosions, colonel. We've taken the place intact. You can land the

Magellan outside the main temple and come and see. We've got allies, lots of them."

"Yes," said Russ into his phone, "we've got the secret of Pluto, we've got a friendly, fellow world on

Neptune, and we have a whole crowd of the strangest refugees you'll ever hope to see. Bring extra space suits

with you. We have the makings here of friendship and trade with dozens of distant star planets a treasure

Burl looked around him, thoughtful at these words. Visions of the marvels that future AG ships would find,

as, manned by Earthly crews and carrying each starbeing back to its galactic world; they opened up on each

He found himself staring into the yellow eyes of the big, purple humanoid. His hand was grasped by the

other's strangely shaped hand while a yellow, powdery creature like a human moth tried to touch Burl in

Burl smiled widely and began to grasp the proffered tentacles, pincers and grippers.

"Welcome," he said to them all. "Welcome to the solar system. We've got a lot to talk about."