* * * * * The sand was thick and heavy. The walk over to the other ship was tedious, with the heavy jacks weighing them down. They reached the alien hull, paused a moment to get their breath and then attached the magnetic grapples to the skin of the ship at two points on opposite sides of the hull and roughly a fourth of the way up from the rocket tubes. It was hard to anchor the jacks in the soft sand. They finally found it necessary to dig them in some three or four feet to a layer of rock that underlay the sand. Then, when everything was ready, they took their stations, each at a jack, and Pete called to Jeff on the helmet set. "All ready? Start your motor." Jeff reached down and flicked a switch. The tiny, powerful jack motor began to spin, and the jack base settled more solidly against its rocky bed. When he was sure that it would not slip, he left it, and went around the rockets to stand by his father. His face was grey. "Well," said Pete tensely, "up she goes." The nose of the alien ship was raising slowly from the sand. It quivered softly from some motion inside the ship. "Yes," said Jeff, "up she goes." His words were flat and dull. Pete turned to look at him. "Scared, son?" he asked. Jeff's lips parted, closed and opened again. "You know how we stand," he said, dully. "I've heard what you said from other men, but never from an alien. Most of the ones we know hit first, and talk afterward. You know that once this ship is on its feet we're at his mercy. Just his rocket blasts alone could kill us; and there won't be time to get back to the Girl." The alien was now at an angle of forty-five degrees. The little jacks stretched steadily, pushing their thin, stiff arms against the strange hull. Sand dripped from the rising ship. "Yes, Jeff," Pete said. "I know. But the important thing isn't what he does, but what we do. The fact that we've helped him--can't you see it that way, son?" Jeff shook his head in bewilderment. "I don't know," he said helplessly. "I just don't know." The ship was now nearly upright. Suddenly, with an abruptness that startled both men, it shook itself free of the jacks and teetered free for a second, before coming to rest, its nose pointing straight up. "Here it goes," said Pete, a tinge of excitement in his voice. They moved back some yards to be out of the way of the takeoff blast. Suddenly the ground trembled under their feet. Pete put his hand on the younger man's shoulder. "Here it goes," he repeated, in a whisper. Flame burst abruptly from the base of the ship. It was warming up its tubes. Slowly the flame puffed out from its base and it began to rise. * * * * * Jeff shook suddenly with an uncontrollable shudder. His voice came to Pete through the earphones, starkly afraid. "Now what?" he cried. "What'll he do now?" Pete's grip tightened on his shoulder. "Steady boy."