All the while the Magogean had been speaking, Hugh Warren's fingers had been twisting dials on the control panel. Now, his face aflame with anger, he roared defiantly, "Like hell we will, Borisu. The Space Patrol dies but never surrenders! If you want to board us ... _come find us_!" And his finger pressed suddenly down upon the green key installed by the Jovian engineers. A violent shudder trembled the _Liberty_ from stem to stern, warped plates screamed in metal agony, and for an instant it seemed the straining ship would shake herself to shards, so great was the shock of that abrupt movement. But even as lurching passengers tumbled headlong upon the metal deck, as contact broke abruptly between their ship and the Magogean fleet, Warren pressed a second stud: this time the red one. Then horror loomed upon horror. For in the vision plate which fore-shadowed the _Liberty's_ trajectory, appeared a gigantic darkness blotting out all space. Gary Lane cried hoarsely, "My God, what--" "Hugh!" screamed Nora Powell. "What have you done?" * * * * * But Warren's voice smashed through their cries of dismay, roaring crisp orders to the control room below. "Search-beams, Howard!" And the young engineer's voice came back shakily, "Aye, sir! Search beams it is, sir!" The darkness before them was rent with silver radiance. And what had seemed a black, impenetrable nothingness was now revealed as a black landscape over which the _Liberty_ was hurtling like a bird in the night. Dark hills loomed starkly through whipping fingers of fog. The search-beams limned sharp outlines of crags and gulleys, forests thick with uncombed vegetation.... Dr. Bryant cried, "A planet! But which, Warren? One of our own universe, or--?" Warren grinned mirthlessly. "Not on your life. The only place to lick an enemy is in his own back yard. Thank heavens, those Jovian engineers taught me how to use their tricky drive! I warped us clean around that space fleet into the night side of their home planet. The world you see beneath us is _Magog itself_! "And now for our landing--" His fingers flickered over the studs. The _Liberty_ dropped slowly, smoothly, speed dwindling as Warren searched for a likely landing place--and found it. A low plateau, cradled like a saucer between encircling hills. No lights gleamed there; no glare of hostile cities. There was only Stygian darkness and the interminable greenery of jungle. The _Liberty_, enveloped in its matter-repulsing shield, struck once lightly and bounced; dropped lower. Warren released the shield that the ship might settle. Through the metal hull they could hear the crackling of timber as the great ship plowed its way through virgin forest land ... then the grating grind of metal against rock as the ship wallowed to a landing ... and lay still. Hugh Warren cut controls. He turned to his friends, panting, his forehead damp with perspiration. But he forced a shaky laugh, and....