The scene was weird beyond all imagining--weird and unutterably terrifying. "Rawley, they are moving the ship. They are using magnetic tow lines and making a mighty good job of it." "Where--where are they taking us?" I gasped. The frog's reply was utterly bewildering. "We'll label it terrestrial fauna--habitat group. We'll take the ship right into the museum. Large-brained bipeds from the third planet, stooping above their artifacts in perfectly natural attitudes. Magnificent. "Mustn't let sunlight touch them. It's curious I didn't think of this when I absorbed their energies. My one thought was to warm myself, but necessity is the mother of invention. They'll honor me for this. I'll _head_ the next expedition. My instructions were imbecilic. 'Observe all their habits and then mummify them.' "What good are shriveled specimens? So long as sunlight doesn't touch them they'll keep this way for a thousand years. This one has been--helpful. Oh, enormously. Just as well I didn't tap him. "I mustn't let him suspect that I couldn't--can't. I've absorbed too much radiance as it is. My energies are brimming over. He thinks I can still diminish his mass. Might have to kill him if he knew. "Kill him. I could do that, of course. But I'd hate to lose one of these specimens." It hit me all at once, with the force of a physical blow. There was something that the frog didn't know. It didn't know that I could listen in on its private thoughts. It thought it could shut off its mind from me. Hitting me also with force was the sudden realization that when in close proximity to it I had telepathic powers which were first rate, as good as its own. Wait a minute--better. Because it didn't seem aware of what I was thinking now. So we were just animals to it, eh? Big-brained bipeds--_specimens_. I was edging away from it and toward the control panel, very cautiously. * * * * * Keeping my excitement down wasn't easy. There was a lot of anger mixed up with it, and more fear than a man of courage likes to own up to. I wondered how strong the magnetic tow lines were. Would they hold the ship if I blasted out all the rocket jets and started the atomotors ten seconds later? It didn't seem likely. If I could reach the control panel nine-tenths of the battle would be won. Nearer to it I inched, and nearer. The frog stirred just as my hand touched the rocket control. I swung down on it hard. Something in my brain started babbling as I swung my other hand toward the atomotor emergency bulb and splintered it with my naked palm. The whole ship seemed to explode, carrying the top of my skull with it. I was no longer in a Mercury run spaceship screaming defiance at a frog. I was far out in space between massive gaseous suns, red and blue and mottled, with island universes to right and left of me and a long-tailed comet sweeping down from a ragged hole on the sky.