The rocket ship now came under Standish's gaze. He saw that it was of a design foreign to any craft he had ever seen before. Spherical in shape, with a series of strange-looking fins along the sides, its stern rudders were formed of crude exhaust jettisons, and the several ports were formed of a transparent material that resembled quartz. Ga-Marr--for it was evident those syllables formed the stranger's name--opened the hatch door and motioned Standish to enter. Without hesitation, the Earthman did so. Inside was a single cabin, with a control panel occupying two of the four walls. Ga-Marr pressed a button, and a panel slid open in the floor, revealing the motor chamber. The stranger pointed downward, then shook his head violently. Standish nodded. "Motors went dead on you, eh? Well, my friend, it looks as though you and I were in the same fix. Come along, and I'll show you my diggings." But when Ga-Marr looked upon the wrecked space liner, he stared incredulously. He walked its entire length as if doubting its proportions. "Yes, she's big all right," Standish smiled, aware that he was not understood. "But she's no good, the way she is now. Now, how about a little food?" In his forecastle home, the Earthman set out a bottle of wine and some cakes. He noted that Ga-Marr used his front hands with great dexterity, but that he betrayed no surprise at Standish's own physical appearance. Once the stranger had eaten, Standish began the necessary task of providing a common means of communication. He used the Corelli sound-system--a shortcut method of acquainting the ear and the eye simultaneously with objects of fundamental importance. Within two hours, he found he could converse with Ga-Marr with a minimum amount of difficulty. Haltingly then, the stranger began to speak: "I am from the city, Calthedra, of the planet Lyra, of the system Aritorius. My race was once a great people, but raiders from another planet destroyed our civilization. All we have left is a few rocket ships of the kind in which I came. These were built long ago by our ancestors, and only a few of us know how to operate them." Standish nodded. "How came you here?" "I was voyaging to visit my brother on our satellite, Zora, when those same raiders caught sight of me and gave chase. My space compass broke, and I became lost. I found my way here just as my rocket motors consumed the last of their power." "I see." Standish lit his pipe and began to smoke slowly. "And these raiders--they come from near here?" "From Sirius," Ga-Marr replied. "They raid us for funds to continue their war with a planet many light years away." For a full moment Standish sat there rigid. Then the pipe fell from his hands, and he leaped to his feet. "Sirius!" he cried. "So those butchers are not content to place in bondage all the solar system. They must plague other worlds also!" He paced the length of the forecastle.