The Industrialist turned to the Astronomer. "There you are, youthful curiosity and adventure-lust. The race has not yet lost it." Slim said, "Sir?" "Yes, lad." The youngster took a long time in getting on with it. He said, "Red sent me in for something good to eat, but I don't exactly know what he meant. I didn't like to say so." "Why, just ask cook. She'll have something good for young'uns to eat." "Oh, no, sir. I mean for animals." "For animals?" "Yes, sir. What do animals eat?" The Astronomer said, "I am afraid my son is city-bred." "Well," said the Industrialist, "there's no harm in that. What kind of an animal, lad?" "A small one, sir." "Then try grass or leaves, and if they don't want that, nuts or berries would probably do the trick." "Thank you, sir." Slim ran out again, closing the door gently behind him. The Astronomer said, "Do you suppose they've trapped an animal alive?" He was obviously perturbed. "That's common enough. There's no shooting on my estate and it's tame country, full of rodents and small creatures. Red is always coming home with pets of one sort or another. They rarely maintain his interest for long." He looked at the wall clock. "Your friends should have been here by now, shouldn't they?" III The swaying had come to a halt and it was dark. The Explorer was not comfortable in the alien air. It felt as thick as soup and he had to breathe shallowly. Even so-- He reached out in a sudden need for company. The Merchant was warm to the touch. His breathing was rough, he moved in an occasional spasm, and was obviously asleep. The Explorer hesitated and decided not to wake him. It would serve no real purpose. There would be no rescue, of course. That was the penalty paid for the high profits which unrestrained competition could lead to. The Merchant who opened a new planet could have a ten year monopoly of its trade, which he might hug to himself or, more likely, rent out to all comers at a stiff price. It followed that planets were searched for in secrecy and, preferably, away from the usual trade routes. In a case such as theirs, then, there was little or no chance that another ship would come within range of their subetherics except for the most improbable of coincidences. Even if they were in their ship, that is, rather than in this--this--_cage_. The Explorer grasped the thick bars. Even if they blasted those away, as they could, they would be stuck too high in open air for leaping. It was too bad. They had landed twice before in the scout-ship. They had established contact with the natives who were grotesquely huge, but mild and unaggressive. It was obvious that they had once owned a flourishing technology, but hadn't faced up to the consequences of such a technology. It would have been a wonderful market.