The boy stood silent and studied his father. He sort of remembered what Allavarg had said, too. Things like You _mustn't ever tell_ and _It's got to be a secret_ and _They'd only laugh at you, Richie, and if they didn't laugh, they might believe you and try to go back home and there just isn't any room._ "I think," said Richie, "I think I better--" He took a deep breath. "Here, Allavarg," he called in a soft, piping voice. Jonathan raised his head. "Just what do you think you're doing--" There was a sound behind him, and Jonathan turned startledly. "Shame on you," said Allavarg, coming through the broken window. Jonathan's words dropped away in a faint gurgle. "I'm sorry," said Richie. "Don't be dipplefit." "It's a mess," Allavarg replied. "It's a krandoor mess!" He waved his arm in the air over Jonathan's head. "And don't think I'm going to forget it!" The insistent hiss of escaping gas hovered over the moving pellet in his hand. "Jivis boy!" Jonathan coughed suddenly. He got as far as "Now look here" and then found that he could neither speak nor move. The gas or whatever it was stung his eyes and burned in his throat. "Why don't you just freeble him?" Richie asked unhappily. "You're using up all your gladdisl! Why don't you freeble him and get me another one?" "Freeble, breeble," grumbled Allavarg, shoving the capsule directly under Jonathan's nose. "Just like you youngsters, always wanting to take the easy way out! Gundergucks don't grow on blansercots, you know." Jonathan felt tears start in his eyes, partly from the fumes and partly from a growing realization that Allavarg was sacrificing precious air for him. He tried to think. If this was gladdisl and if this would keep a man in the state of being a Caroom, then-- "There," said Allavarg, looking unhappily at the emptied pellet. He shook it, sniffed it and finally returned it to the container at his side. "I'm sorry," Richie whispered. "But he kept askin' me and askin' me." "There, there," said Allavarg, going to the window. "Don't fret. I know you won't do it again." He turned and looked thoughtfully at Jonathan. He winked at Richie and then he was gone. * * * * * Jonathan rubbed his eyes. He could move now. He opened his mouth and waggled his jaws. Now that the room was beginning to be cleared of the gas, he realized that it had had a pleasant odor. He realized-- Why, it was all so simple! Remembering his sessions with Easton, Jonathan laughed aloud. So simple! The message? _Stay away from Mars! No room there! They said I could come back if I gave you the message, but I have to come back alone because there's no room for more people!_ No room? Nonsense! Jonathan reached for the phone, dialled the Institute and asked for Dr. Stoughton. No room? On the paradise that was Mars? Well, they'd just have to make room! They couldn't keep that to themselves!