"_I believe they are angry, Brother_," thought Sartan. "_But why?_" inquired Toryl. "_I do not know. Do you suppose the machine represented some form of religious deity?_" "_Exceed-ing-ly possible_," Toryl answered. As the men came closer Okie yelled, "Just get them two crackpots! I'll plug the first man that touches that money!" The men were diverted by Okie's warning. They didn't notice, until it was almost too late, that the two strangers were halfway out the door. "Get after them!!" the sheriff bellowed. The aliens ran as though their lives were at stake, which was true, following the same route they had taken into town. * * * * * The crowd followed them as far as the edge of town. From there they hurled rocks. Toryl and Sartan continued to run at breakneck speed, praying they would reach the safety of the ship. Once they looked behind them and saw that the crowd of angry men had given up the chase. Halfway back to their ship they passed a sign, though they didn't bother to stop and read it. YOU ARE NOW LEAVING JUBILATION, U.S.A.!! The doggondest, cheeriest little town in America! Come back soon!! THE END Transcriber's Note This etext was produced from _Amazing Science Fiction Stories_ March 1959. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed. Minor spelling and typographical errors have been corrected without note.