The Jovian Dawn Men trotted straight to the empty plane. They opened a door in the side, shoved them within, cage and all. Cosmo heard the door click shut. The Dawn Men had not followed them inside. He glanced curiously about the interior. All the seats had been removed, even the pilot's chair. "Where's the pilot?" asked Mia in a subdued voice. He shook his head. Through the port, he could see the blue giants disappearing among the trees. Just then the plane gave a jerk. "It's moving!" With a shriek, Mia flung herself onto Cosmo. He felt the plane lurch again, then shoot upward. At a hundred feet it leveled itself off, darted away on what he judged to be a southerly course. There was still no evidence of a pilot. Mia MacIver held onto Cosmo like a drowning man to a straw as the pilotless plane hurtled southward. He drew a long breath. "Robot pilot." He patted her shoulder. "There's nothing supernatural about it." Mia pulled herself away. "I didn't mean to throw myself on you like that. I ... I...." She halted lamely. "Don't apologize." Cosmo flashed her his quick wolfish grin. "I enjoyed it. You've been hurling yourself at me at fairly regular intervals all day." "I think you're horrid." Mia's cheeks colored, but her gray eyes twinkled. "Mia," he said serious all at once, "if Bemmelman--er--disposes of me, you'll have to contact my man yourself. I told you I had a spy planted in his household. His name is Penang-ihtok." She looked suddenly startled. "He's a Venusian, an outcast Fozoql. You can recognize him by the blue star tattooed on his forehead. Tell him that my orders are to have the men raid Bemmelman's plantation and carry you to Venusport." "Penang-ihtok," she repeated. "Of course," he added dryly; "I'm hopeful Bemmelman won't kill me right off, and I can contact Penang-ihtok myself. In which case, you won't need to bother your pretty head about it." He yawned, stretched out as comfortably as he could arrange himself in their confined quarters, closed his eyes. "You're not going to sleep," exploded Mia in alarm. "Certainly. Nothing else to do." He patted his shoulder. "Make yourself comfortable." She eyed him with suspicion. "Go ahead. I haven't any designs on you," he said dryly. "Well you don't need to be so assertive about it," said Mia, and laid her head gingerly on his shoulder. "Sure," said Cosmo. He was staring at the roof of the cage. Presently, she said in a sleepy voice, "I haven't leprosy either, in case you're worried." "Of course not." Mia muttered something unladylike under her breath. "What's that?" "I think," said Mia distinctly; "that you're a worm!" Cosmo chuckled. The plane continued to steer itself arrow-like into the South of Mu. A faint jerk brought Cosmo wide awake as some jungle animal. The plane, he realized had stopped, settled to Venus.