"The most dangerous planet in the solar system--Saturn," said Marlin, as we looked toward the huge world from which our side-rays now were holding us. "It was death almost for us before when we ventured too close in passing it." "Well, we're safe enough from it this time," Whitely commented, "for since then it's moved farther to the left--is farther away from us with no danger to us now of chance meteors from its rings." "Yes, we're safe enough from it now," Marlin admitted, "yet at the same time----" Before Marlin could finish the words they were interrupted by a thing that chills my blood to remember even now. One moment he was speaking beside us, our space-flier flashing steadily on at its tremendous speed at the head of its great triangle-fleet, past huge Saturn to the left. The next moment there was a terrific whirling around us of our space-flier's walls, it spun for an instant with tremendous speed in space, and at the same moment then was being driven with colossal speed in a direction at right angles to that in which we had been moving, was being shot through the void toward the mighty sphere and rings and moons of huge Saturn! And even as in that awful moment it drove with sickening speed, with an acceleration terrible, toward Saturn, all its forward progress suddenly halted, reeling blindly and at unthinkable velocity toward the huge planet, I looked through the windows, and saw whirling about us, the thousands of space-fliers of our mighty fleet bunched in a great, irregular mass with us, and hurtling through the void at the same tremendous speed toward great Saturn as ourselves! "Saturn!" cried Randall hoarsely as we whirled in that mad moment. "The controls, Hunt!--we're being shot in toward it!" "The controls don't answer!" I shouted, my hands frantically flashing over them. "Something's driving us into Saturn--our rays can't hold us out----" "_The Neptunians! There behind us--those great cylinders--they're pushing all our fleet into Saturn to death!_"