"Nonsense!" he said. "The crew of the _Malabar_ went off without taking the fuel-block from the wreck's engines. It's in a drawer in the _Nadine's_ control-room with a note to Carol that I asked her to read should something happen to me. We may have to machine it a little to make it fit the _Nadine's_ engines. But we're all right!" Carol's voice came in his helmet-phone. It was shaky and desperately glad. "_You're--all right? Quite all right? Please hurry back?_" "We're on the way," said Moran. * * * * * He was pleased with Carol's reaction. He also realized that now there would be the right number of people on the _Nadine_; they would take off from this world and arrive reasonably near due-time at Loris without arousing the curiosity of space-port officials. He looked about him. The way the others had come down was a perfectly good way to climb up again. On the surface, above, their trail would be clear on the multi-colored surface rusts. There were four men together, all with blast-pistols and three with torches. They should be safe. Moran talked cheerfully, climbing to the plateau on which the _Nadine_ had landed, trudging with the others across a world on which it was impossible to see more than a quarter-mile in any direction. But the way was plain. Beyond the mist Carol waited. THE END End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Planet of Dread, by Murray Leinster