Fort opened his eyes to see Mona bending over him, bathing his head. He looked around dully, blinked once or twice, frowned as though trying to remember, and then said: "How--did I get here?" "I waited until Norbith's machine steadied," said she in a wonderfully soft voice, "and then flew down close enough to pick you up." He remembered. Suddenly he grasped at her arm and tried to get up. "Hurry!" he cried. "You've only got time enough to make it! The gap--don't take any chances!" But the girl was paying no attention to where the machine was going. She was looking at the man and seeming to be perfectly satisfied. "I don't care," she declared a little shakily. "Holl looks good enough to me, dear--if you're going to be living on it!" The craft rocked perilously. Back on the earth, three of the four stirred in their chairs. The doctor was the first to arouse. He sounded the gong to warn his wife, and the action helped to awaken the others; Billie first, then Smith. But Van Emmon did not rouse. Still connected with the dictator, Billie's husband was twisting and turning in his chair, moaning slightly under his breath. In his subconscious mind some terrible scene was being enacted. Suddenly his mouth flew open, and the words fairly tumbled forth: "Ernol--at the contact--he's telephoned! Everybody knows now!" Next: "Billie: Why didn't you tell me? I could have warned Powart!" And then, in a voice of agony: "God, what a mob! They'll kill him!" But he was still unconscious. The doctor exclaimed in fear. "Quick!" he ordered. "Into the connection again!" And he threw himself back into his chair. In a minute the three were still. Except for two great tears from Billie's eyes, there were no signs of life. Two minutes passed, then three. Finally all four roused together. "Well!" Van Emmon was the first to speak. His voice was harsh and strained. "By George, that was a narrow squeak! I thought sure I was a goner! They threw Powart--out of his yacht!" Billie caught his hand and patted it. Her lips were trembling; she could not trust herself to speak. Her husband stared at her with eyes that were still bewildered and tried hard to understand. Smith could say nothing. The doctor, however, got to his feet and stretched. "Phew!" taking off the brass bracelets and reaching for a handful of the Venusian books. "That was--going some!" He located a passage in one of the books. "I guess we've had enough of people like ourselves. What do you say," eagerly, "to visiting a place where they're not even the same sort of animals as we are?" He looked around enthusiastically. Smith made a brief sound of agreement, and remained in his chair. Both he and the doctor looked to Billie and Van Emmon for comment. But the man and the woman were content to look at one another. Their minds had room for only one problem; their eyes saw nothing, cared to see nothing, save that which love seeks and, having found, is satisfied with.