DOWN TO EARTH By HARRY HARRISON Illustrated by LUTJENS _Whatever goes up must come down. Including moon rockets. But there's no law saying what they must come down to._ [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Amazing Stories November 1963. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] [Illustration] "Gino ... Gino ... help me! For God's sake, do something!" The tiny voice scratched in Gino Lombardi's earphone, weak against the background roar of solar interference. Gino lay flat in the lunar dust, half buried by the pumice-fine stuff, reaching far down into the cleft in the rock. Through the thick fabric of his suit he felt the edge crumbling and pulled hastily back. The dust and pieces of rock fell instantly, pulled down by the light lunar gravity and unimpeded by any trace of air. A fine mist of dust settled on Glazer's helmet below, partially obscuring his tortured face. "Help me, Gino--get me out of here," he said, stretching his arm up over his head. "No good--" Gino answered, putting as much of his weight onto the crumbling lip of rock as he dared, reaching far down. His hand was still a good yard short of the other's groping glove. "I can't reach you--and I've got nothing here I can let down for you to grab. I'm going back to the Bug." "Don't leave ..." Glazer called, but his voice was cut off as Gino slid back from the crevice and scrambled to his feet. Their tiny helmet radios did not have enough power to send a signal through the rock; they were good only for line-of-sight communication. Gino ran as fast as he could, long gliding jumps one after the other back towards the Bug. It did look more like a bug here, a red beetle squatting on the lunar landscape, its four spidery support legs sunk into the dust. He cursed under his breath as he ran: what a hell of an ending for the first moon flight! A good blast off and a perfect orbit, the first two stages had dropped on time, the lunar orbit was right, the landing had been right--and ten minutes after they had walked out of the Bug Glazer had to fall into this crevice hidden under the powdery dust. To come all this way--through all the multiple hazards of space--then to fall into a hole.... There was just no justice. * * * * *