But as the time passed and they told him that now the orbit of Mars was crossed and presently their world of Orana would lie ahead of them, Nixon had in some measure won the confidence of Nona. Sometimes when he called to her she would come and climb the long ladder at his shoulders and sit on his chest and talk to him. At first she was timid, but then as her confidence grew she got over it. Under her questions Nixon passed the long hours telling her about Earth. "But you saw a good deal of it yourself, Nona. You made two trips there." "Yes," she agreed. "But it is a world so gigantic, it did not look anything of the way you tell it to me." "And I guess your world will look pretty different to me," he said, "from the way it does to you." But she was queerly reticent about her world. He decided that Tork had warned her not to talk about it. At another time it occurred to Nixon to ask how they had gotten his huge body into their ship. She described how it had been dragged in with cables. A dozen little electronic engines, and the pulling of about five hundred Gorts who were here on board. But to get him out they had planned it differently. Even though shackled, he could perhaps hitch himself along, just a little at a time, out through the bow of the ship which was built so that the whole of it would spread apart. "Of course I can," Nixon agreed. "I certainly don't want to make it hard, Nona. If you people got so you could trust me--" "I think my father will trust you," she said suddenly. "Yes, that I think." Then there came the time when Nona gestured toward the front port of the ship, down past Nixon's feet. "There is Orana," she said. He saw it then, a great silvery crescent which had swung into view. During the hours it enlarged, until presently it was filling all that area of the sky. And a little later, Nona came climbing up the ladder to his chest. "When you have slept the next time," she said, "we shall be there." She seemed frightened. He could interpret more readily the expressions on her tiny, bluish face now. "What's the matter?" he demanded. She said, "Tork has seen with the telescope that a storm may be there when we land." "A storm on your world? Oh, I see. Well, we have storms. Wind and rain. And I told you about a snowstorm--" But she burst out: "A storm on Orana--Oh, giant, if only you could help us! That is what my father thinks--that you will be able to help us live on our world!" A storm on Orana ... somehow it made him shudder, hearing the terror in her tiny voice. III He slept again. And when he awoke the little interior of the Orite spaceship was busy with the activities of landing. Through one of the bullseye ports beside him, Nixon stared down at the strange new world. Beneath them now it was a great, darkly dim expanse of gaunt naked mountains. A place, by the look of it, seemingly of monstrous desolation.