"I suggest we go to my camp to see what shape it's in," Jrann-Pttt said, furiously putting together Plan C. "Some of the supplies there might prove useful." Captain Greenfield looked questioningly at Bernardi. The professor shrugged. "Might as well." "All right," the captain growled. "Let's pick up whatever we can save." * * * * * Since there wasn't much that could be rescued, the little safari was soon on its way. Jrann-Pttt led, carrying Algol in his arms. Behind came Mortland, bearing a camp stool and the kettle into which he had tucked a tin of biscuits and into which the mosquito-bat had tucked itself, its orange eyes glaring out angrily from beneath the lid. Next came Mrs. Bernardi with her knitting, her camp stool and her sorrow. Dfar-Lll followed with two stools and the plastic tea set. Close behind was Miss Anspacher, with the sugar bowl, the earthenware teapot and an immense bound volume of the _Proceedings of the Physical Society of Ameranglis_ for 1993. Professor Bernardi bore a briefcase full of notes and the table. The rain had damaged the latter's mechanism, so that its legs kept unfolding from time to time, to the great inconvenience of Captain Greenfield, who brought up the rear with the blasting equipment. Behind them and sometimes alongside them came something--or someone--else. [Illustration] "Surely your camp must have been closer to ours than this," Miss Anspacher finally remarked after they had been slogging through mud and water and pushing aside reluctant vegetation for over an Earth hour. "I am very much afraid," Jrann-Pttt admitted, "that our camp has been lost--that is to say, inundated." "What are we going to do now?" the captain asked of the company at large. Professor Bernardi shrugged. "Our only course would seem to be making for one of the cities and throwing ourselves upon the na--Jrann-Pttt's people's hospitality. If Professor Jrann-Pttt has even the vaguest idea of the direction in which his home lies, we might as well head that way." _I wonder whether the natives could help us raise the ship._ "I'm sure my people will be more than happy to welcome you," Jrann-Pttt said smoothly, "and to make you comfortable until your people send another ship to fetch you." The terrestrials looked at one another. Dfar-Lll looked at Jrann-Pttt. Professor Bernardi coughed. "That was the only spaceship we had," he admitted. "The first experimental model, you know." _We don't expect to stay on this awful planet forever. After all, as Louisa says, the government will have to forgive us. Public opinion and all that._ "Oh," the saurian said. "Then we shall have the pleasure of your company until they build another?"