The VANDERLARK by M. ST. CLAIR _The peculiar quality of deep space is hard to put into words. On earth, however isolated we are, whatever happens to us, we are yet on our home planet. The man afloat on the life raft in the Pacific, delirious with exposure and loneliness, floats nonetheless on an element whose very saltiness relates it to the red sea water in his veins. The flyer forced down in the desert curses the rising sun; but the same sun that sucks water out of his drying tissues is the glorious temporal lord on whose radiation all terrestrial life processes depend. On earth our extremest terrors, our ultimate catastrophes, are yet like the blows of a familiar hand. It is very different in deep space._ [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Planet Stories January 1952. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] * * * * * "Are there any more of them?" Alice asked McFeen when he came back from two hold. "Yes." Alice's mouth opened in a soundless O. Her hand went to her breast. After a moment she picked up the comb and began pulling it again through her brittle hair. "How many more?" she asked. "I didn't count them. Hyra are hard to count. Quite a lot." The comb caught on a tangle. Alice put it down unsteadily. "I wish we'd never brought them," she said abruptly. "I wish we'd never started on this trip. I hate those things. They're uncanny. They give me the creeps. What do you suppose is making them increase like that?" "I don't know." McFeen's lean, ill-humored face was more than usually morose. "Listen, Alice...." "Well?" "That isn't the worst of it. I found a hole in the mesh of their cage." "You're trying to frighten me," Alice said pitiably after a second. "There couldn't be a hole in beryllium mesh." "There was, though. I had to patch it up the best way I could. And ... and ... Alice, there was an eroded spot in the side of the hull." "You mean there was a spot eaten into on the side of our ship?" "Yes. I plated it over with the auto-weld. It was near their cage." The comb snapped in Alice's hand. She stared at McFeen. "I told you!" she said finally. Her voice had risen several notes. "I told you it was dangerous! You wouldn't listen to me. You knew everything.