"Makes me think of Sunday mornings when I was a boy," Manthis once commented. "Only this is more quiet. It gives me the jitters." There was a note of hysteria in his voice. When the doctor's nerves began to quiver in that manner, Baron always insisted that they all rest. During such recesses they ate, played cards and helped June with the housework. The younger man was continually amazed by the calmness with which the girl faced their desperate situation. Clad in a blue smock which brought out the color of her eyes, she flitted about the apartment, manufacturing delicious meals out of canned goods and always having a cheery word when the others became discouraged. Yet she never would look out the window. "I can't bear to see those poor souls lying about like rag dolls," she explained. "The only thing that keeps me sane is the hope that we may reawaken them." * * * * * It was on the evening of the third day that Baron lifted the headset from his burning ears and admitted failure. "We've explored everything but the super-short waves," he sighed. "I'll have to get equipment from the laboratories before we start on those." June nodded from where she perched on a high stool across the table. But Manthis did not hear. He was making delicate adjustments on his receiving set and listening with rapt attention. "I've got something," he cried. "Jack. June. Plug in on my panel. Someone is talking. It's very loud. Must be close." Instantly the others did as he ordered, but were able to catch only the last inflections of a ringing voice. Then silence settled once more. "What did he say," the youngsters cried in one breath. "Couldn't understand. Some foreign language." The chemist was furious with disappointment. "But I'd recognize that voice among a thousand. We must get in touch with him. Perhaps he can help us. God knows we need assistance. Quick, Jack. You're an expert. See if you can pick up a reply." Baron leaned over his instruments, heart thumping. The dreadful loneliness against which he had been fighting was broken. Others were alive! Minutes passed and the evening light died away. They were too excited to strike a light. Shadows crept out of the corners and surrounded them. At last a faint voice grew in their ears. But again the words were unintelligible. "Sounds a little like Greek," puzzled the girl, "but it isn't." Baron adjusted the direction finder and made scribbled calculations. "Coming from the southeast and far away," he breathed. "I caught a word then," gasped the doctor. "'Ganja,' it was." "What does that tell us?" snapped Jack, his nerves jumping. "Ganja is the Hindu word for hashish, that's all. My Lord, man, don't you understand? The station is in India. Those who operate it are using Andrev's solution as we are. I--" "Listen!" shouted Jack. * * * * *