The ship was rising. Up it went, and up, until it was the size of a man's little finger, a tiny sliver of silver against the black backdrop of the sky. Then, inexplicably, it halted and began to reverse itself. Slowly it turned, until the blunt nose pointed toward them. Jeff's hoarse breathing was loud in his helmet. _Now it comes_, he thought, and his muscles tensed. A long minute flowed by and still the alien hung there. Then, abruptly it went into a series of idiotic gyrations; it twisted and turned, and spun around, swinging its fiery trail of rocket gases like a luminous tail in the darkness. Then, just as abruptly, it reversed once more, so that its head was away from them; in the twinkling of a moment it was gone. Pete sighed, a deep, ragged sigh. "Did you see it, boy?" he cried. "Did you see it?" "I saw," Jeff's voice was filled with a new awe. "Now I get it. He wasn't sure--he didn't know we were really trying to help him until we let him get all the way out there by himself. Then he knew he was free. That's why he wouldn't answer before." "Sure, Jeff, sure," said the older man, a note of triumph in his voice. "But that's not what I mean. Did you notice all those contortions he was going through up there? What did they remind you of?" There was a moment of silence, then the words came, at first slowly, then in a rush from Jeff's lips. "Like a puppy," he said, haltingly, stumbling over the wonder of it. "Like a puppy wagging its tail." And the light of a new understanding broke suddenly in his eyes. "Dad!" said Jeff, turning to his father. "Dad! Do you know what I think? I think we've made a friend." And the two men stood there, side by side, looking into the blackness of space where an odd-shaped spacecraft had vanished. It, they felt, was on its way home. And they were right. Moreover, It was hurrying. For It had a story to tell.