"Patrolman," the girl's voice was beside him. "We're safe!" "Everything bongo?" Rolf wanted to know. "Of course," she smiled crookedly. "Glad of that." Rolf felt the warmth of her body so close beside him. A sudden strange restlessness came with the near contact. Altha smiled shyly and winced with pain. "Do you know," she said, "even yet I do not know your name." Rolf grinned up at her. "Need to?" he asked. The girl's eyes widened. A responsive spark blazed in them. "Handier than calling you _Shorty_ all the time," she quipped. Then they were over the Barrier and Rolf saw the last of the beaten Furry Ones racing back across the great wall toward the Plains of Nyd. He nosed the captured ship down toward the ruined plaza of the Forbidden City. Once Mark Tanner was aboard they would blast surfaceward with their thrilling news that all Mars could have water in plenty again. Rolf snorted. "Shorty," he said disgustedly as they landed, but his arm went out toward the girl's red-haired slimness, and curved around it. End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Hairy Ones, by Basil Wells