THE LAMENESS OF IT was lost on the still-dazed Jan at that moment. I had been killed! It struck him with a shock. And as he stood wavering, trembling, Torrence drew him to a rock.
“Too bad,” Torrence murmured sympathetically.
“Where—where were you?” Jan said at last. “We came out of the ship—couldn’t find you.”
“I was attacked by one of those cursed Things. Like the one that nearly got you—like the one that killed Bob. I chased it; shot at it when I got up here. But I shouldn’t have come up—then I saw you and Bob—too late to get back to you. So I was starting for our ship. It’s off this way, not so very far.”
For a little time Jan sat there numbed, and Torrence sat sympathetically, silently beside him.
“When we get back,” Torrence murmured at last, “you can put in your report with min
