She surprised me by drawing from her robe a square of white fabric with black stripes upon it. "Dianne!" "I found a chance to make it, Frank--on the ship when Togaro sent me to another cabin." She displayed it proudly. "Is it all right?" It certainly was. A flag about two feet square. I stood up now and spread it out. "We'll wave it--like this, Dianne. Father will see it when we're still very small." I showed her how we'd wave it. "Frank! Stop!" Her gaze was off across the dim abyss of the caldron. "Over there, Frank! Do you see something moving? I do!" Miles away, partly up the opposite cliffside of the caldron, it seemed that something was moving. The light was very dim, yet distant objects were unnaturally sharp and clear. Something moving off there. We stared. Then we thought we saw human figures standing on that far-off cliff, and something waving. "A flag, Frank!" It seemed a flag. A black and white flag, something like our own, waving at us! The space-voyage which Drake, Ahlma, and Alt made from the doomed planet, was very similar to this one I had just taken on the Togaro ship. The Mitans landed in the abyss of rock. A hundred miles, or a thousand, from the Togarite camp? There is no one to judge. It was a full day, perhaps, after Togaro landed. A similar scene of activity ensued, save that nearly three times as many people were here; unorganized, badly equipped, refugees struggling upward, not bent upon conquest, seeking only safety. The voyage had been a busy one for Drake. He had tried to organize things. There was not enough food or enough of the expanding drug for this multitude. Drake organized it into smaller divisions, each in charge of one of the Mitan officials. When they landed, and the ship was hidden, the refugees began moving upward in size, the leader of each party going ahead with food and drugs, expanding them and dealing them out to his people. It was the same system that Togaro was using. A slow journey upward, stopping at each stage to erect a new encampment. And immediately upon disembarking, Mitan leaders were sent out as scouts--alert to locate the Togarites, and to avoid them. In the first encampment Drake sat in consultation with Jain. "I think, Jain, this is the best we can do. Get part way up--get all the people up to that size--and then wait." There was room down here to avoid the Togarites. But farther up in the dwindling space a clash would be inevitable. "You wish to go ahead of us?" "Yes, with Alt and Ahlma. They know the way. We will take this black and white flag." (Ahlma had made a flag.) "We can travel fast, Jain. We'll go out and see my father. He controls everything up above. The Togarites can't get out--and if we keep away from them, we're safe enough. No use killing any of our Mitan people by fighting down in here." "But what about us?" Jain demanded with a touch of suspicion.