It was a considerable time before Shelby was able to repair the _Selba_ sufficiently so that she could get underway for Mars but the task was finished at last. Escorted by the rebel chief's fierce hordesmen, they set out for the Red Planet. Somehow, snatches of the ancient Bedouin song tinkled in Shelby's mind. He had read old books. "Across the desert I come to thee, On a stallion shod with fire...." That did not quite fit the situation, for Jan was with him. But his steed, the _Selba_, was truly shod with fire. The rocket nozzles--and damaged though she was, she behaved like a thoroughbred. And out there in the void beside the ship--what were those shapes?--bizarre, impossible, yet real--real. * * * * * In docks scattered over Earth and Mars, battleships of space and their crews wait expectantly for an alarm that may never come. Telescopes comb the sky. Out there the Star People, new arrivals in the solar system, are shifting, moving about restlessly. But the planets feel secure. Their fleets could cope with the Space Men, were they a hundred times more numerous. And once in a while, on the desolate Sahara, or Mohave or Taraal, shadows come, settling down like flecks of darkness from the midnight heaven. They are Telaba's and Ankova's people. For a while--a day perhaps--they stay, bartering their exotic treasures for human wares. Then silently, mysteriously, they are gone, into the night.... THE END End of Project Gutenberg's The Revolt of the Star Men, by Raymond Gallun