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orbital height.
    Howell said at last, “Orbit’s an hour ten minutes. That peninsula should be coming over the horizon any time now.”
    He listened with desperate attention to the all-wave receiver, still cut down considerably lest it call attention to itself by re-radiation. He heard no menacing whine of a slug-ship solar-system drive.
    The peninsula appeared ahead, foreshortened almost past identification. Cameras recorded it as the yacht swept on. No signals came up. No blaster-bolts; Nothing, except once the soprano voice reiterating the message beamed out continuously to space. Its volume was tremendous.—so near, but they passed through the beam in seconds.
    They saw the circular space, half a mile in diameter, that the electron telescope had pointed out. It still looked distinctly different from the,rest of the vegetation about it. From two hundred miles they couldn’t tell just what the difference was, save that its colour was not that of its surroundings.
    The Marintha went by. No sign of life. No hummings, no whines, no cracklings save of storms somewhere unseen. The yacht hurtled onward. Before it reached the sunset line again, Karen and her father and Ketch were examining the pictures the cameras had made, magnifying them to try to see what existed at the spot from which the beam-signal originated.
    Karen spotted it. A round, silvery object, the size of a pinhead even with the picture enlarged. It was in the centre of a half-mile circle of brownish appearance. It was not a slug-ship. It was not a ship made by the humanity of Earth. It appeared to be a globe of metal. Ketch made the one guess which seemed plausibly to explain what they saw.
    “It’s defoliation,” he said. “It’s a wreck. They burned away or destroyed the foliage for a quarter of a mile all around, so a rescue ship could find it without trouble. Maybe we should have called down to say we’re coming.”
    “No!” said Howell. “The slug-ship heard Karen’s voice and thought we were—these people. If they hear our voices, not using their language, they may think we’re a slug-ship. I’ll land an unthreatening distance away. Not in the defoliated area. If I did, they might start shooting.”
    He listened again for the whine of a slug-ship’s drive. He heard nothing disturbing, except that he heard nothing. The Marintha dived into darkness and drove on into oblivion. Again Howell used the solar-system drive to bring the yacht into the exact line at the exact height for the action he planned.
    Presently they came once more to the sunrise, and Howell used the drive with grim precision to lose height. When the strangely foreshortened peninsula appeared ahead for the second time, he brought his velocity down to tolerable atmospheric speed by further use of the space-drive. There was the roaring of split atmosphere about them. The speed checked and checked. The circle of brown colour appeared. Howell dived the yacht for it.
    The Marintha was only thousands of feet above the surface, now. She came down and down. Ten thousand feet. Eight. Six. Four. At two thousand feet he levelled off, dived again, and the small craft skimmed across treetops, leaving a wake of wildly thrashing foliage behind it. Then she slowed. She stopped only tens of yards high. Then she settled deliberately, straight down. There was an enormous cracking and crackling of tree trunks and branches asher weight bent and tilted and then broke them.
    She touched ground. Howell said crisply, “Call to them, Karen. By space-phone. We have to take the chance. Keep your voice going.”
    Karen obediently picked up the transmitter. She said clearly, “We are friends. We are people from Earth. We heard your call and we will try to help you, though we need help ourselves.” Then, seeing Howell about to leave, “Wait!”she said anxiously to him, “you’re not going outside!”
    “I am,” said Howell curtly. “If we delay, we may seem to be preparing to do them some dirt. And