For a long moment he was sure that he was not yet awake.  And then, as his dazed mind supplied names for what he saw, he knew that Rip had failed.  Far from being in the center—­or at least well within the perimeter of the dread Big Burn—­they must have landed in some civic park or national forest.  For the massed green outside, the bright flowers, the bird he sighted as a brilliant flash of wind coasting color—­those were not to be found in the twisted horror left by man’s last attempt to impress his will upon his resisting kind.

Well, it had been a good try, but there was no use expecting luck to ride their fins all the way, and they had had more than their share in the E-Stat affair.  How long would it be before the Law arrived to collect them?  Would they have time to state their case?

The faint hope that they might aroused him.  He reached for the com key and a second later tore the headphones from his appalled ears.  The crackle of static he knew—­and the numerous strange noises which broke in upon the lanes of communication in space—­but this solid, paralyzing roar was something totally new—­new, and frightening.

And because it was new and he could not account for it, he turned back to regard the scene on the viewer with a more critical eye.  The foliage which grew in riotous profusion was green right enough, and Terra green into the bargain—­there was no mistaking that.  But—­Dane caught at the edge of Com-unit for support.  But—­What was that liver-red blossom which had just reached out to engulf a small flying thing?

Feverishly he tried to remember the little natural history he knew.  Sure that what he had just witnessed was unnatural—­un-Terran—­and to be suspect!

He started the spy lens on its slow revolution in the Queen’s nose, to get a full picture of their immediate surroundings.  It was tilted at an angle—­apparently they had not made a fin-point landing this time—­and sometimes it merely reflected slices of sky.  But when it swept earthward he saw enough to make him believe that wherever the spacer had set down it was not on the Terra he knew.

Subconsciously he had expected the Big Burn to be barren land—­curdled rock with rivers of frozen quartz, substances boiled up through the crust of the planet by the action of the atomic explosives.  That was the way it had been on Limbo—­on the other “burned-off” worlds they had discovered where those who had preceded mankind into the Galaxy—­the mysterious, long vanished “Forerunners”—­had fought their grim and totally annihilating wars.

But it would seem that the Big Burn was altogether different—­at least here it was.  There was no rock sterile of life outside—­in fact there would appear to be too much life.  What Dane could sight on his limited field of vision was a teeming jungle.  And the thrill of that discovery almost made him forget their present circumstances.  He was still staring bemused at the screen when Rip muttered, turned his head on his folded arms and opened his sunken eyes: