noon
Again the weary waiting . Penrun could only hope that it would not be long before those aboard the black ship gave him some hint of where the entrance to the Caves might be . Time and again he trained his glasses on the ship only to drop them resignedly . But when noon had passed and the heat of the day was scorching the rock he did not drop his glasses when he looked through them once again . Instead he stood erect in horror and dismay . A girl had dashed out of the air-lock of the ship . She seemed to be familiar .