After two days of self-imposed exile, he came out of his cabin. His relations with the opposition--how easily he fell into the term!--were polite but strained. Except Lodgesen. The two men, never cordial, now fell into a state of cold war, characterized chiefly by refusal to speak. This was the only open rupture. Fred began to help them, to join their somewhat frenetic activities. Apparently each was engaged in exploration, bringing back to the ship samples of soil, rocks, vegetation, and the like. However, he was never invited to go with them, and as time passed, he found it harder and harder to reach them. JoAnn was his last link. Perhaps it was the feeling of rapport they'd had on the journey out here--or perhaps it was simply that she felt sorry for his present state. In any event, Jo would talk freely to him. * * * * * It was late in the evening of the sixth day. Jo was showing him the samples they'd collected a few hours earlier. The recreation area had been hastily converted into a sort of museum. In it, the exhibit had grown to an impressive pile ... of junk. But Jo was vivacious enough to make a mummy jump, and he enjoyed listening to her. "Don't you see, Fred? We've got huge amounts of data; New Earth is a paradise, rich in everything we could possibly want. This is the place where our peoples will want to come. We'll be hailed for this discovery!" For a moment, as she spoke, he did see through her eyes: the place man had always dreamt of. This Eden abounded in game, in forests drained by sparkling brooks. All of the riches were here; animal, vegetable, mineral wealth were so plentiful that ... _that the streets were paved with gold_, he thought sourly, as the vision faded. No, it was just a common planet, undistinguished. "Why don't we go home, Jo, and tell them?" The blonde lost her sparkle, became blank. As though she hadn't heard his question, she cast about nervously, picked up a rock. "Look at this!" She was enthusiastic again. "Uranium! Dick Lodgesen has been analyzing ores. He says the place is fantastically rich in heavy minerals." Fred turned the specimen in his hand. It was dense quartzite. Heavy enough, but it lacked the other characteristics. "What makes you think it isn't uranium?" she demanded furiously. "I said nothing of the sort." Fred suddenly had the feeling of a clue, especially because of Jo's reaction: again the blankness, again the nervousness. "I saw it in your face." Jo edged to the end of one table. "Here's today's find. Seedless grapes, each as big as a lemon. Have one." She held out her hand. _There was nothing in it._ Fred didn't bat an eyelash; he'd grown used to shocks. He merely replied, "No, thanks. Still full from dinner." And then integrated more data.