"And spend the night in the open, with good air, right? Good to be in the open again. After two weeks in that damned ship." "Right. I'll find a spot for him. You start supper, eh?" "Done." "Should be good sleeping tonight." "Fine, fine." They made a grave and said a word over it. They drank their evening coffee silently. They smelled the sweet air of the planet and looked at the lovely sky and the bright and beautiful stars. "What a night," they said, lying down. "Pleasant dreams," said one, rolling over. And the other replied, "Pleasant dreams." They slept.