Maud Andrews, Cuddles firmly cradled to her ample bosom, left her brother's side and marched toward the life-skiff. "Tell Sparks to make that a fifty-fifty division," she said. "There will be five of us in the hills." * * * * * Enid Andrews bleated faintly. Crystal, still kneeling, stared at her aunt incredulously. J. Foster Andrews vented his indignation in a sudden, blustering roar. "Maud! Don't be a blasted idiot! Come back here this minute!" Maud Andrews continued to surge inexorably forward. "I'm not," she grunted, "being an idiot! It's you who are, my dear, fat, dimwitted brother! I'm a selfish, pampered old fool, but I know common-sense when I hear it, and I know a man when I see one. Furthermore, silly as you may think it, I have a ridiculous desire to keep on living. I may have to _work_ to do that, and I'm not overly fond of work, but if Mr. Malcolm will have me--?" "Just plain 'Malcolm,' Miss Andrews," said Greg gravely, gratefully. "And I'm happy you see it my way." "Tut! I'm not doing you a favor, Malcolm! I'm just looking out for myself, as I always do. Well, Sparks, don't stand there yawping like my thick-pated brother! What can I do to help?" She waddled away. Greg glanced hopefully at those still waiting, immobile. "Won't you--" he began, "Won't the rest of you--" The eyes that met his were glacial. Bert Andrews, thick-lipped and bridling, snarled disdain. "The hell with you, Malcolm! The sooner you get out of here, the better!" Greg said, "We'll let you know where to find us. If you should--should need us, just call." "We won't need you." That was Crystal, coldly. "I hope you won't," said Greg. "I sincerely hope you won't...." V Sparks Hannigan came out grinning. He said, "This one looks like the business, Greg. Plenty of room. Dry and warm. It's even got a natural fluevent so's we can have a fireplace inside." Greg nodded, pleased. "Sounds good. I was beginning to think we'd never find a suitable cave. This one's within easy reach of that spring, too; that solves the fresh water problem. Well, we might as well get settled. Getting toward evening." 'Tina glanced at the sky, surprised. "So soon? I didn't know it had taken us so long. It seems as if only a few hours ago it was noon." "It was," grinned Greg. "Titan's days are shorter than Earth's. Its diameter is only about 3,000 miles. By Earth measurements you'd say Titan had a sixteen hour day." "And the 'day,'" grumbled Sparks, "ain't none too bright at that. On account of we're so far from the Sun." "You haven't seen the worst of it. Right now we're on the Sun side of Saturn. We revolve about our primary once every 500-odd hours. Since Saturn is so large, when we are to the lee of it, it eclipses us entirely. So for about five days every Titan 'month' we suffer a complete blackout.