And Dunbar had spouted endlessly about a world of treasure they would find, if they would just follow old Dunbar. That's what all four of them had been trying to find all their lives in the big cold grabbag of eternity--a rich star, a rich far fertile star where no one else had ever been, loaded with treasure that had no name, that no one had ever heard of before. And was, because of that, the richest treasure of all. We all look alike out here in these big rocket pressure suits, Russell thought. No one for God only knew how many of millions of light years away could see or care. Still--we might have a chance to live, even now, Russell thought--if it weren't for old crazy Dunbar. They might have a chance if Alvar and Johnson weren't so damn lacking in self-confidence as to put all their trust in that crazed old rum-dum. Russell had known now for some time that they were going in the wrong direction. No reason for knowing. Just a hunch. And Russell was sure his hunch was right. * * * * * Russell said. "Look--look to your left and to your right and behind us. Four suns. You guys see those other three suns all around you, don't you?" "Sure," someone said. "Well, if you'll notice," Russell said, "the one on the left also now has a red rim around it. Can't you guys see that?" "Yeah, I see it," Alvar said. "So now," Johnson said, "there's two suns with red rims around them." "We're about in the middle of those four suns aren't we, Dunbar?" Russell said. "That's right, boys!" yelled old Dunbar in that sickeningly optimistic voice. Like a hysterical old woman's. "Just about in the sweet dark old middle." "You're still sure it's the sun up ahead ... that's the only one with life on it, Dunbar ... the only one we can live on?" Russell asked. "That's right! That's right," Dunbar yelled. "That's the only one--and it's a paradise. Not just a place to live, boys--but a place you'll have trouble believing in because it's like a dream!" "And none of these other three suns have worlds we could live on, Dunbar?" Russell asked. Keep the old duck talking like this and maybe Alvar and Johnson would see that he was cracked. "Yeah," said Alvar. "You still say that, Dunbar?" "No life, boys, nothing," Dunbar laughed. "Nothing on these other worlds but ashes ... just ashes and iron and dried blood, dried a million years or more." "When in hell were you ever here?" Johnson said. "You say you were here before. You never said when, or why or anything!"