ed.

"We're getting away none too soon," said Mado, rejoining him.

"Right." Carr watched the temperature indicator as he increased speed to
the maximum they could withstand in the atmosphere.

They were out above the cloud layer then and he cast apprehensive eyes
on the enormous flat disks encircling the great globe that was Saturn.
Something like a hundred and seventy thousand miles across them, he
remembered. But the astronomers of the inner planets had little actual
knowledge of their composition; they knew nothing at all of their
terrible power or their strange inhabitants.

* * * * *

The _Nomad_ left Titan with tremendous acceleration now, as he increased
the speed of the rejuvenated generators. They'd go on, on toward Uranus,
Neptune--anywhere, away from this ringed planet that was responsible for
the death of one of their number; away from the region that was soon to
become the tomb of Detis.

There was silence then as the _Nomad_ raced on through the blackness.
Mado gripped the rail of the port and peered long and earnestly at the
tiny pinpoint of light that now was Titan.

"Great kid, that Nazu," the Martian said, after a while. "Too bad he
couldn't come along with us."

"Yes." Carr was thinking of the different life there would be on board
the _Nomad_; and well he knew that Mado was thinking of the same thing.
The Martian had missed the close companionship of his Terrestrial friend
since his marriage to Ora; missed it more than he would admit, even to
himself. And the lad, Nazu, had appealed to him; he would have fathered
him as only a lonely bachelor can. Suddenly Carr's own friendship for
the big fellow seemed a wonderful thing.

"Never mind, old man," he whispered, reaching over and gripping Mado's
hand mightily, "We'll be a three-cornered family, Ora and you and I.
And, who knows but that you'll find the one and only girl yourself, some
fine day?"

"Oh, shut up!" Mado grunted.

But a big hand closed down hard on Carr's fingers, and the Earthman knew
that their friendship was more firmly cemented than ever before.

Transcriber's Note:

This etext was produced from _Astounding Stories_ January 1932.
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright
on this publication was renewed. Minor spelling and typographical errors
have been corrected without note.

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