The communication came over badly, but O’Leary found out that he was speaking to the _Capella_’s skipper, Spacemaster Nielson. Port telescopes were pointed to the spot given as the location of the downed rocket. Rob focused his on the upright craft, which was buried in hoarfrost and situated on the top of a slope leading down into the blue oxygen lake. Rob realized that only the luckiest of glances could have picked up the camouflaged ship. On the mike again, Spacemaster O’Leary asked, “Are all aboard the ship well?” “We’re all suffering from the cold,” was the reply. “Remember we’ve been here for weeks, although it seems like years! We had to draw from the atomic reactor to make a heater, but that isn’t adequate. Some of the men have frostbite. The ship is under a foot of frozen matter as you can see. The truth of the matter is we came woefully unprepared to tackle such an icebox!” “How did you get marooned?” asked O’Leary. “As soon as we landed, the frost began piling up,” Nielson replied. “It clogged our jets and our aerial, which is the reason we lost contact with Earth. The hull defrosters were a complete failure. We just now got the antenna partially repaired after all these weeks. One of the crewmen, Jim Hawley, had to work outside on it. He’s taken an especially rough beating from the cold.” “I hate to tell you this,” O’Leary said somberly, “but I don’t know how we can save you.” He explained about the lowered fuel supply. Then he reminded Spacemaster Nielson of the fact that even should the _Rigel_ enter Pluto’s atmosphere, she would most certainly be overcome by the same fate that had been the _Capella_’s. Rob, hearing this, made a suggestion to Spacemaster O’Leary. “The two space boats may be able to go down there and back before the frost gets them, sir.” The _Rigel_’s commander looked at him gravely, “I can’t ask a crewman to take a chance like that.” Rob looked at him steadily. “I’ll pilot one of the boats myself, sir.” “You Allisons have more courage than sense,” O’Leary retorted gruffly. “But you can try it.” Lieutenant Stone spoke up. “I’ll take the other boat down, sir. Lieutenant Myers can fill in as navigator if I fail to get back.” Shortly later, as Rob climbed into one of the rescue craft, Duff Ford followed him, similarly clothed in a cumbersome space suit. “You may need some help, Rob,” he said. Rob smiled at him. “Thanks, Duff. I guess I would like some company.”