Channok agreed it was just the place. He'd got a drilling attachment mounted to the _Asteroid's_ small all-purpose tractor; and now he went back and ran the machine down the ramp from the storage lock. He ordered Peer, who wanted to help, up a rock about twenty feet overhead, where she perched looking like an indignant elf, out of reach of any stray puffs of the drill-blast. Then he started running a slanting, narrow tunnel down under the overhang. Half an hour later, when he backed the tractor out of the tunnel, pushing a pile of cooking slag behind him, he saw her standing up on the rock with a small stun-gun in her hand. She beckoned to him. Channok pulled off his breather-mask, shut off the tractor, and jumped from the saddle. "What is it?" he called anxiously, trotting towards her, while the machine's clacking and roaring subsided. "Some of those ghouls!" Peer called back. "Climb up here and I'll show you." She didn't seem worried. "They've ducked behind those rocks now," she said as he clambered up beside her; "but they won't stay there long. They're curious, and I think some of them remember the time we were here before." "Are they dangerous?" he inquired, patting his holstered set of heavy-duty Reaper guns. "No," said Peer. "They look sort of awful, but you mustn't shoot them! If they get inside of thirty feet I'll hit them in the stomach with a stunner. They grunt then and run. Santis said that was the right way to teach them not to get too nosey." They waited a moment in silence, scanning the rocks. Then Channok started violently. "Holy !!**?** Satellites!" he swore, his hair bristling. A big, dead-white shape had popped up springily on a rock about fifty feet away, stared at him for an instant out of eyes like grey glass-platters, and popped down out of sight again. Awful was right! "Aha!" crew-member Peer gloated, grinning. "You shouldn't have said that! Tonight you've got to let me soap out your mouth!" A light dawned gradually. "You did it on purpose!" he accused her. "You knew I'd say something like that the first time I saw one!" Peer didn't deny it. "It's the soap for you, just the same!" she shrugged. "People ought to have some self-control--that's what you said! Look, there's another one now--no, two!" V When he came up for lunch, he found about fifty ghouls collected around the area. By that time he had dug the cache, steel-lined it, disinfected it and installed preservatives, a humidifier and a dowser plate. Loading it up would take most of the rest of the day.