CHAPTER IV of TRYPLANETARY Nevia, the home planet of the marauding spaceship, would have appeared peculiar indeed to terrestrial sciences. High in the deep red heavens a fervent blue sun poured down its flood of brilliant purplish light upon a world of water. Not a cloud was to be seen in that flaming sky, and through that dustless atmosphere the eye could see the horizon, a horizon three times as distant as the one to which we are accustomed, with the distinctness and clarity impossible in our Terra's dust-filled air. As that mighty sun dropped below the horizon the sky would fill suddenly with clouds, and rain would fall violently and steadily until midnight. Then the clouds would vanish as suddenly as they had come into being, the torrential downpour would cease, and, through that huge world's wonderfully transparent gaseous envelope, the full glory of the firmament would be revealed. Not the firmament as we know it, for that hot blue sun and Nevia, her one planet-child, were many light-years distant from old soul and his numerous brood, but a strange and glorious firmament containing not one constellation familiar to earthly eyes. Out of the vacuum of space a fish-shaped vessel of the void, the vessel that was shortly to attack so boldly both the massed fleet of triplanetary and Rogers' planetoid, plunged into the rarefied outer atmosphere, and crimson beams of force tore shriekingly the thin air as it braked its terrific speed. A third of the circumference of Nevia's mighty globe was traversed before the velocity of the craft could be reduced sufficiently to make a landing possible. Then approaching the twilight zone the vessel dived vertically downward and it became evident that Nevia was neither entirely aqueous nor devoid of intelligent life. For the blunt nose of the spaceship was pointing toward what was evidently a half-submerged city, a city whose buildings were flat-topped hexagonal towers, exactly a lichen size, shape, color, and material. These buildings were arranged as the cells of a honeycomb would be if each cell were separated from its neighbors by a relatively narrow channel of water, and all were built of the same white metal. Many bridges and more tubes extended through the air from building to building, and the watery streets teamed with surface craft and with submarines. The pilot, stationed immediately below the conical prow of the spaceship, peered intently through the thick windows of crystal-clear metal which afforded unobstructed vision in every direction except vertically upward and behind him. His four huge and contractile eyes were active, each operating independently and sending its own message to his peculiar but capable brain. One was watching the instruments, the others scanned narrowly the immense swelling curve of the ship's belly, the water upon which his vessel was to land, and the floating dock to which it was to be moored. Four hands, if hands they could be called, manipulated levers and wheels with infinite delicacy of touch, and with scarcely a splash the immense mass of the Nevian sky-wanderer struck the water and glided to a stop within a foot of its exact berth. Four mooring-bars dropped neatly into their sockets and the captain pilot, after locking his controls in neutral, released his safety straps and leaped lightly from his padded bench to the floor. Scuttling across the floor and down a runway upon his four short, powerful, heavily-scaled legs, he slipped smoothly into the water and flashed away, far below the surface. For Nevians are true amphibians. Their blood is cold. They use with equal comfort and efficiency gills and lungs for breathing. Their scaly bodies are equally at home in the water or in the air. Their broad, flat feet serve equally well for running about upon a solid surface or for driving their streamlined bodies through the water at a pace few of our fishes can equal. Through the water the Nevian commander darted along, steering his course accurately by means of his short, veined tail. Through an opening in a wall he sped and along a submarine hallway, emerging upon a broad ramp, he scurried up the incline and into an elevator which lifted him to the top floor of the hexagon, directly into the office of the Secretary of Commerce of Allnevia. Welcome, Captain Neraldo! The Secretary waved a tentacular arm and the visitor sprang lightly upon a softly cushioned bench, where he lay at ease, facing the official across his low, flat desk. We congratulate you upon the success of your final trial flight. We received all your reports, even while you were travelling with many times the velocity of light. With the last difficulties overcome, you are now ready to start? We are ready, the captain sighed as replied soberly. Mechanically the ship is as nearly perfect as our finest minds can make her. She has stocked for two years. All the iron-bearing suns within reach have been plotted. Everything is ready except the iron. Of course the Council refused to allow us any of the national supply. How much were you able to purchase for us in the market? Nearly ten pounds. Ten pounds? Why, the securities we left with you could not have bought two pounds, even at the price then prevailing. No, but you have friends. Many of us believe in you and have dipped into our own resources. You and your fellow scientists of the expedition have each contributed his entire personal fortune. Why should not some of the rest of us also contribute as private citizens? Wonderful! We thank you. Ten pounds! The captain's great triangular eyes glowed with an intense violet light. A full year of cruising! But what if, after all, we should be wrong? In that case you shall have consumed ten pounds of irreplaceable metal. The Secretary was unmoved. That is the viewpoint of the Council and of almost everyone else. It is not the waste of treasure they object to. It is the fact that ten pounds of iron will be forever lost. A high price, truly. The Columbus of Nevia assented. And after all I may be wrong. You probably are. Of course you are wrong. His host made a startling answer. It is practically certain. It is almost a demonstrable mathematical fact that no other sun within hundreds of thousands of light-years of our own has a planet. In all probability, Nevia is the only planet in the entire universe. We are the only intelligent life in the universe. But there is one chance in numberless millions that, somewhere with the cruising range of your newly perfected spaceship, there may be an iron-bearing planet upon which you can affect a landing. And it is upon that infinitesimal chance that some of us are staking a portion of our wealth. We expect no return whatever. But if you should, by some miracle, happen to find stores of iron somewhere in space, what then? Deep seas being made shallow, civilization extending itself over the globe, science advancing by leaps and bounds, Nevia becoming populated as she should be peopled. That, my friend, is a chance well worth taking. The secretary called in a group of guards who escorted the small package of priceless metal to the spaceship. And before the massive door was sealed the friends bade each other farewell. I will keep in touch with you on the ultra-wave," the captain concluded. After all, I do not blame the council for refusing to allow the other ship to go with us. Ten pounds of iron will be a fearful loss to the world. If we should find iron, however, see to it that the other vessel loses no time in following us. No fear of that. If you find iron, all space will be full of vessels as soon as they could possibly be built. Goodbye. The last opening was sealed and Nerado shot the great vessel into the air. Up and up, out beyond the last tenuous trace of atmosphere, on and on through space it flew with ever-increasing velocity until Nevia's gigantic blue sun had been left so far behind that it became a splendid blue-white star. Then projectors cut off to save the precious iron whose disintegration furnished them power. For week after week Captain Nerado and his venturesome crew of scientists drifted idly through the illimitable void. Sun after sun, as visible in their ultra-instruments as though the flying vessel were moving slower than light, they studied without finding a single planet. Three months passed. Nerado had already applied the slight power which was to swing the vessel around in an immense circle back toward his native world. In that course he was rapidly approaching a sun, an ordinary G-type dwarf, whose spectrum revealed a blaze of lines of the precious element for which he was searching. Now at close observing range he had long since abandoned his former eager habit of studying a sun as soon as it showed the tiniest perceptible disc in his most powerful telescope. He turned on his powerful vis-y-ray beam without enthusiasm, swung it upon that very commonplace sun, and shrieked aloud in exaltation. Not only one planet had that yellowish luminary, it had six, seven, eight, yes, possibly nine or ten, and several of those planets were themselves apparently centers of attraction around which were circling other tini worlds. Nerado thrilled with joy as he applied a full retarding force, and every creature aboard that great vessel had to peer into a plate or through a telescope before he could believe that planets other than Nevia did in reality exist. Velocity checked to the nearest crawl as space-speed goes, and with electromagnetic detector screens full out, the Nevian vessel crept toward our sun. Finally the detectors encountered an obstacle, a conductive substance which the pattern showed conclusively to be practically pure iron. Iron, an enormous mass of it, floating alone out in space. Without waiting to investigate the nature, appearance, or structure of the precious mass, Nerado ordered power into the converters and drove an enormous softening field of force upon the object, a force of such a nature that it would condense the metallic iron into an allotropic modification of much smaller bulk, a red, viscous, extremely dense and heavy liquid which could be stored conveniently in his tanks. No sooner had the precious fluid been stored away than the detectors again broke into an uproar. In one direction was an enormous mass of iron, scarcely detectable. In another a great number of smaller masses, in a third an isolated mass comparatively small in size. Space seemed to be full of iron, and Nerado drove his most powerful beam toward distant Nevia and sent an exultant message. We have found iron easily obtained in an unthinkable quantity, not in fractions of milligrams, but in millions upon unmeasured millions of tons. Send our sister ship here at once. Nerado, the captain was called to one of the observation plates as soon as he had opened his key. I have been investigating the mass of iron now nearest us, the small one. It is an artificial structure, a small spaceboat, and there are three creatures in it, monstrosity certainly, but they must possess some intelligence so they could not be navigating space. What? Impossible! exclaimed the chief explorer. Probably, then, the other was. But no matter, we had to have the iron. Bring the boat in without converting it, so that we may study at our leisure both the beings and their mechanisms. And Nerado swung his own vizieray beam into the emergency boat, seeing there the armored figures of Cleo Marsden and the two triplanetary officers. They are indeed intelligent! Nerado commented, as he detected in silence Kostakon's ultra-beam communicator. Not, however, as intelligent as I had supposed. He went on after studying the peculiar creatures and their tiny spaceship more in detail. They have immense storms of iron, yet use it for nothing other than building material. They apparently have a rudimentary knowledge of ultrawaves, but do not use them intelligently. They cannot neutralize even these ordinary forces we are now employing. They are, of course, more intelligent than the lower ganoids, or even than some of the higher fishes. But by no stretch of the imagination can they be compared to us. I am quite relieved. I was afraid that in my haste I might slay members of a highly developed race. The helpless boat, all her forces neutralized, was brought up close to the immense flying fish. Their flaming knives of force sliced her neatly into sections, and the three rigid armored figures, after being bereft of their external weapons, were brought through the airlocks and into the control room, where the pieces of their boat were stored away for future study. The Nevian scientists first analyzed the air inside the spacesuits of the terrestrials, then removed without a do the protective covering of the natives. Costigan, fully conscious through it all and now able to move a little, since the peculiar temporary paralysis was wearing off, braced himself free, knew not what shock. But it was needless. Their grotesque captors were not torturers. The air, while somewhat less dense than earth's and of a peculiar odor, was infinitely breathable, and even though the vessel was motionless in space, an almost normal gravitation gave them a large fraction of their usual weight. The spacesuits were removed with care, and after the three had been relieved of their pistols and other articles which the Nevians thought might prove to be weapons, the strange paralysis was lifted entirely. The earthly clothing puzzled the captors immensely, but so strenuous were the objections raised to its removal that they did not press the point, but fell back to study their find in detail. Then faced each other the representatives of the civilizations of two widely separated solar systems. The Nevians studied the human beings with interest, and curiosity blended largely with loathing and repulsion. The three terrestrials regarded the unmoving expressionless faces, if those coned heads could be said to possess such things, with horror and disgust, as well as with other emotions, each according to his type and training, for to humanize the Nevian is a fearful thing. Even today there are few terrestrials, or solarians for that matter, who can look at a Nevian eye to eye without feeling a creeping of the skin and experiencing a gone sensation in the pit of the stomach. The horny, wrinkled, drought-resisting Martian, whom we all know and rather like, is a hideous being indeed. The bad-eyed, colorless, hairless, practically skinless Venarian is worse. But they both are, after all, remote cousins of Terra's humanity, and we get along with them quite well whenever we are compelled to visit Mars or Venus. But the Nevians. The horizontal, flat fish-body is not so bad, even supported as it is by four short, powerful, scaly, flat-footed legs, and terminating as it does in the weird four-veined tail. The neck even is durable, although it is long and flexible, heavily scaled, and is carried in whatever eye-ringing loops, knots, or angles the owner considers most convenient or ornamental at the time.  But the head, it is that member that makes the Nevians so appalling to earthly eyes, for it is a thing utterly foreign to all solarian history or experience. As most Talurians already know, it is fundamentally a massive cone covered with scales, based spearhead-like upon the neck. Four great sea-green, triangular eyes are spaced equidistant from each other about halfway up the cone. The pupils are contractile at will, like the eyes of the cat, permitting the Nevian to see equally well in any ordinary extreme of light or darkness. Immediately below each eye springs out a long, jointless, boneless, tentacular arm, an arm which at its extremity divides into eight delicate and sensitive, but very strong, fingers. Below each arm is a mouth, a beat, needle-tust orifice of dire potentialities. Finally, under the overhanging edge of the cone-shaped head are the delicately-frilled organs which serve either as gills or as nostrils and lungs as may be desired. To other Nevians the eyes and other features are highly expressive, but to us they appear utterly cold and unmoving. Terrestrial senses can detect no changes of expression in a Nevian's face. Such were the frightful beings at whom the three prisoners stared with singing hearts. But if we human beings have always considered Nevians grotesque and repulsive, the feeling has always been mutual. For those monstrous beings are highly intelligent in extremely sensitive race, and our, to us, trim and graceful human form seems to them the very quintessence of malformation and hideousness. Good heavens, Conway! Cleo exclaims, shrinking against again as his left arm flashed around her. What monstrosities! And they can't talk. Not one of them has made a sound. Suppose they can be deaf and dumb? But at the same time Nerado was addressing his fellows. What heinous deformed creatures they are! Truly a low form of life, even though they do possess some intelligence. They cannot talk, and have made no signs of having heard our words to them. Do you suppose that they communicate by sight? That those weird contortions of their peculiarly placed organs serve as speech? Thus both sides, neither realising that the other had spoken. For the Nevian voice is pitched so high that the lowest note audible to them is far above our limit of hearing. The shrillest note of a terrestrial piccolo is to them so profoundly low that it cannot be heard. We have much to do. Nerado turned away from the captives. We must postpone further study of the specimens until we have taken aboard a full cargo of the iron which is so plentiful here. What shall we do with them, sir? asked one of the Nevian officers. Lock them in one of the storage rooms. Oh, no! They might die there. And we must by all means keep them in good condition to be studied most carefully by the fellows of the College of Science. What a commotion there will be when we bring in this group of strange creatures, living proof that there are other sons possessing planets, planets which are supporting organic and intelligent life. You may put them in three communicating rooms. Say, in the fourth section, they will undoubtedly require light and exercise. Lock all exits, of course, but it would be best to leave the doors between the rooms unlocked so that they can be together or apart as they choose. Since the smallest one, the female, stays so close to the larger male, it may be that they are mates. But since we know nothing of their habits or customs, it will be best to give them all possible freedom compatible with safety. Nerado turned back to his instruments, and three of the frightful crew came up to the human beings. One walked away waving a couple of arms in an unmistakable signal that the prisoners were to follow him. The three obediently set out after him, the other two guards falling behind. Now is our best chance, Costigan muttered, as they passed through a low doorway and entered a narrow corridor. Watch that one ahead of you, Cleo. Hold him for a second if you can. Bradley, you and I'll take the two behind us. Now! Costigan stopped in world. Seizing a cable-like arm, he pulled the outlandish head down. The while the full power of his mighty right leg drove a heavy service-boot into the place where Scaly Neck and Head joined. The Nevian fell, and instantly Costigan leaped at the leader ahead of the girl. Leaped, but dropped to the floor, again paralyzed. For the Nevian leader had been alert, his four eyes covering the entire circle of vision, and he had acted rapidly. Not in time to stop Costigan's first berserk attack. The first officer's reactions were practically instantaneous, and he moved like chain-lighting. But in time to retain command of the situation. Another Nevian appeared, and while the stricken guard was recovering, all four arms wrapped tightly around his convulsing, looping, knotting neck. The three helpless terrestrials were lifted into the air and carried bodily into the quarters to which Dorado had assigned them. Not until they had been placed upon cushions in the middle room, and the heavy metal doors had been locked upon them, did they again find themselves able to use arms or legs? Well, that's another round we lose, Costigan commented cheerfully. A guy can't mix it very well when he can neither kick, strike, nor bite. I expected those lizards to rough me up, but they didn't. They don't want to hurt us. They want to take us home with them, wherever that is, as curiosities, like wild animals or something, decided the girl shrewdly. They're pretty bad, of course, but I like them a lot better than I do Roger and his robots, anyway. I think you have the right idea, Miss Marston. Bradley rumbled. That's it exactly. I feel like a bear in a cage. I should think you'd feel worse than ever. What chance has an animal of escaping from a menagerie? These animals, lots. I'm feeling better and better all the time, Cleo answered, and her serene bearing bore out her words.   That's the old fight, Cleo, cheered Costigan. I haven't got it figured out as close as you have, but I see you, eye to eye. These four-legged fish carry considerably heavier stuff than Roger did, I'm thinking, but they'll be up against something themselves pretty quick. That is, no lightweight, believe me. Do you know something, or are you just whistling in the dark? Bradley demanded. I know a little, not much. The Science Service has been working on a new ship for a long time. A ship to travel so much faster than light that it can go anywhere in the galaxy and back in a month or so. New sub-Ether Drive, new power, new armament, new everything. Only bad thing about it is that it doesn't work so good yet. It's fuller of bugs than a Venerian's kitchen.  When? Or if? asked Bradley pessimistically. I said when, snapped Costigan, his voice cutting like a knife. When that gang goes after anything, they get it, and when they get it, it stays. He broke off abruptly and his voice lost its edge. Sorry. Didn't mean to get high, but I think we'll have help if we can keep our heads up a while. And it looks good. These are first class cages they've given us. All the comforts of home even to look out plates. Let's see what's going on, shall we? After some experimenting with the unfamiliar controls, Costigan learned how to operate the Nevian Vizieray, and upon the plate they saw the cone of battle hurling itself towards Roger's Planetoid. They saw the pirate fleet rush out to do battle with triplanetary's mass forces, and with bated breath they watched every maneuver of that epic battle to its savagely sacrificial end, and that same battle was being watched also with intense interest by the Nevians. It is indeed a bloodthirsty combat, mused Nerado at his observation plate. And it is peculiar. Or rather, probably only to be expected from a race of such a low stage of development, that they employ only aether-born forces. Warfare seems universal among primitive types. Indeed, it is not so long ago that our own cities, few and number though they are, ceased fighting each other and combined against the semi-civilized fishes of the greater deeps. He fell silent, and for many minutes watched the furious battle between the two navies of the void. That conflict ended, he watched the triplanetary fleet reform its battle-cone and rush upon the planetoid. Destruction. Always destruction! he sighed, adjusting his power switches. Since they are bent upon mutual destruction I can see no purpose in refraining from destroying all of them. We need the iron, and they are a useless race. He launched his softening, converting field of dull red energy. Vast as that field was, it could not encompass the whole of the fleet, but half of the lip of the gigantic cones soon disappeared, its component vessels subsiding into a sluggishly flowing stream of allotropic iron. Instantly the fleet abandoned the attack upon the planetoid and swung its cone around to bring the flame- erupting axis to bear upon the Incoate, something dimly perceptible to the ultra-vision of the Secret Service observers. Furiously the gigantic composite beam of the mass fleet was hurled, nor was it alone. For Roger and his floating citadel had realized at once that something untoward was happening, something altogether beyond even his knowledge and experience. He could not see anything, space was apparently empty, but he took his rays off the battleships and directed his every force just beyond the point in space where that red stream of transform metal was disappearing. Then, for the first time in triplanetary history, the forces of law and order joined hands with those of piracy and banditry against a common foe. Rods, beams, planes, and stilettos of unbearable energy the doomed fleet launched, in addition to its main beam of annihilation. And Roger also hurled out into space every weapon at his command. Bombs, high explosive shells, and deadly radio-durageable torpedoes, all alike disappeared ineffectively in that redly murky veil of nothingness. And the fleet was being melted. In quick succession the vessels flamed red, shrank together, gave out their air, and merged their component iron into the intensely red, sullenly viscous stream which was flowing through the impenetrable veil upon which triplanetarians and pirates alike were directing their every possible weapon of offense. The last vessel of the triplanetary armada converted, and the resulting metal stored away in their capacious reservoirs, the Nevians turned their attention upon the stronghold of the pirates. Their ensued a battle-royal. For this vast planetoid was no feeble warship, depending solely upon the limited power available in its accumulators. It was the product of a really mighty brain, a brain reinforced by the many perverted but powerful intellects which Roger had won over to his cause. It was powered by the incalculable force of cosmic radiation, powered to drive its unimaginable mass through space against any possible attractions for an indefinite number of years. It was armed and equipped to meet any emergency which Roger's coldly analytical mind had been able to foresee. The fact that the scientists of the Secret Service had discovered ultra-waves as yet unknown to him was unfortunate. That service was itself unfortunate, impenetrable as it was, and incorruptible. He could learn nothing whatever about it. He had heard vague rumors of certain experiments, but even if they should discover something it would be too late to do them any good. Even without invisibility he would have no trouble in annihilating the mass grand fleet of the triplanetary league. He would very shortly collect his tribute and disappear. And this new enemy, himself invisible and armed with heretofore unknown weapons of dire power, who was apparently unaffected by his beams, even he would discover that Roger the Great was no puny opponent. He would analyze those unknown forces, regenerate them, and hurl them back upon their senders. Thinking thus, the man of gray sat coldly motionless at his great multi-shielded desk, whose top was now swung up to become a board of masked and tiered instruments and controls.  And that shield was more effective than even its designer had supposed. Gray Roger had billed even better than he knew. For the voracious and all-powerful converting beam of the Nevians, below the level of the aether, though it was, struck that perfectly transparent wall and rebounded, defeated and futile. Struck and rebounded, then struck and clung hungrily, licking out over that impermeable surface in darting tongues of red flame as the surprise neurato doubled, and then quadrupled his power. Fiercer and fiercer drove in the Nevian flood of force until the whole immense globe of the planetoid was one scintillant ball of scarlet energy, but still the pirate shield remained intact, at what awful drain of resource Roger alone knew. Here is the analysis of his screen, sir. A Nevian computer handed his chief a sheet of metal upon which were engraved rows of symbols. Ah! a six-phase polycyclic! A screen of that type was scarcely to have been expected from such a low form of life! Neurato commented, and rapidly adjusted the many dials and switches before him. As he did so the character of the clinging mantle of force changed. From red it flamed quickly through the spectrum, became unbearably violet, then disappeared, and as it disappeared the shielding wall began to give way. It did not cave in abruptly but softened locally, sagging into a peculiar grouping of valleys and ridges, contesting stubbornly every inch of position lost. And Gray Roger knew that the planetoid was doomed. His supposedly impregnable screen was failing in spite of its utmost measure of energy, and that defenced down the citadel would not last a minute. Therefore he summoned a chosen few of his motley crew of renegade scientists, and issued brief instructions. For minutes a host of robots toiled mightily, then a portion of the shield bulged out, extended into a tube beyond the attacking layers of force, and from it there erupted a beam of violence incredible, a beam behind which was every volt and ampere that the gigantic generators and accumulators of the planetoid could yield, a beam that tore screemingly through the ether, that by the very vehemence of its incalculable energy tore a hole through the readily impenetrable Nevian field and hurled itself upon the inner screen of the fish-shaped cruiser in frenzied incandescence. And was there, or was there not, a lesser eruption upon the other side, an almost imperceptible flash as though something had shot from the doomed planetoid out into space. Narados looped neck straightened convulsively as his tortured drivers whined and shrieked at the terrific overload. But Roger's effort was far too intense to be long maintained. Even before his accumulators failed, generator after generator burned out, the defensive screen collapsed, and the red converter beam attacked voraciously the unresisting metal of those prodigious walls. Soon there was a terrific explosion as the pent-up air of the planetoid broke through its weakening container and the sluggish river of allotropic iron flowed in an ever larger stream ever faster. In as well that we have an unlimited supply of iron, Narado tied a knot in his neck and spoke in huge relief. With but the seven pounds remaining of our original supply, I fear that it would have been difficult to parry that last thrust. Difficult, asked the second in command. We would now be swimming in space. But what shall I do with this iron? Our reservoirs will not hold it all. Seal up one or two of the lower storage compartments to make room for this lot. Immediately it is loaded, we return to Nevia. There we shall install reservoirs in all the spare space, and come back here for more. The last drop of the precious liquid secured, the vessel moved away, sluggishly now because of its prodigious load. In their quarters in the fourth section the three terrestrials who had watched with strained attention the downfall and absorption of the planetoid, stared at each other with drawn faces. Cleo broke the silence. Oh, Conway! This is ghastly! It's just simply perfectly horrible! She gassed, then recovered a measure of her customary spirit as she stared in surprise at Costigan's face. For it was thoughtful. His eyes were bright and keen. No trace of fear or disorganization was visible in any line of his hard young face. It's not so good, he admitted frankly.  If Lyman Cleveland or Ford Roadbush were here, they could help a lot. But I don't know enough about any of their stuff to flag a hang-car. I can't even interpret that funny flash if it really was a flash that we saw. Why bother about one little flash after all that really did happen? Asked Cleo curiously. You think Roger launched something? He couldn't have. I didn't see a thing, Bradley argued. I don't know what to think. I've never seen anything material sent out so fast that I couldn't trace it with an ultrawave. But on the other hand, Roger's got a lot of stuff that I never saw anywhere else. However, I don't see that it has anything to do with the fix we're in right now. But at that we might be worse off. We're still breathing air, you notice, and if they don't blanket my wave I can still talk. He put both his hands in his pockets and spoke. Sam's? Costigan. Put me on a recorder quick. I probably haven't got much time. And for ten minutes he talked, concisely and as rapidly as he could utter words, reporting clearly and exactly everything that had transpired. Suddenly he broke off, writhing in agony. Frantically he tore his shirt open and hurled a tiny object across the room. Wow! he exclaimed. They may be deaf but they can certainly detect an ultrawave, and the interference they set up on it is enough to pulverize your bones. No, I'm not hurt. He reassured the anxious girl, now at his side. But it's a good thing I had you out of circuit. It would have jolted you loose from six or seven of your back teeth. Have you any idea where they're taking us? She asked soberly. No. He answered flatly, looking deep into her steadfast eyes. No use lying to you.  That talk of Jovians or Neptunians is the bunk. Nothing like that ever grew in our Solarian system. All the signs say that we're going for a long, long ride. Far above that of light, and that it must be accelerating at a stupendous rate, even though to them it seemed stationary. They could feel only a gravitational force somewhat less than that of their native earth. Bradley, seasoned old campaigner that he was, had retired properly as soon as he had completed a series of observations and was sleeping soundly upon a pile of cushions in the first of the three interconnecting rooms. In the middle room, which was to be Cleo's, Costigan was standing very close to the girl, but was not touching her. His body was rigid. His face was tense and drawn. You were wrong, Conway. All wrong. Cleo was saying, very seriously, I know how you feel, but it's false chivalry. That isn't it at all. He insisted, stubbornly. It isn't only that I've got you out here in space, in danger and alone, that's stopping me. I know you and I know myself well enough to know that what we start now will go through with for life. It doesn't make any difference that way, whether I start making love to you now or whether I wait until we're back on Tellus. I've been telling you for half an hour that for your own good you'd better pass me up entirely. I've got enough horsepower to keep away from you if you tell me to. Not otherwise. I know it both ways, dear, but—but nothing, he interrupted. Can't you get it into your skull what you'll be letting yourself in for if you marry me? Assume that we get back, which isn't sure, by any means. But even if we do, some day—and maybe soon, too, you can't tell—somebody is going to collect fifty grams of radium from my head. Fifty grams? And everybody knows that Sam's himself is rated at only sixty? I knew that you were somebody Conway, Cleo exclaimed undeterred. But at that something tells me that any pirate will earn even that much reward several times over before he collects it. Don't be silly, dear heart. Good night.  As his hot lips met hers, her arms crept up around his neck and they stood, clasped together in the motionless ecstasy of love's first embrace. Girl! Girl, how I love you! Costigan's voice was husky, his usually hard eyes were glowing with a tender light. That settles that. I'll really live now, anyway, while— Stop it! she commanded sharply.  See if you don't. You'll simply have to, Conway. That's so, too. No percentage in dying now. All the pirates between Telus and Andromeda couldn't take me after this. I've got too much to live for. Well, good night, sweetheart. I'd better beat it. You need some sleep.  Instead of the low metal ceiling he saw a beautiful, oval, tanned young face, framed in a golden-blonde corona of hair. His gaze sank into the depths of loyal, honest, dark blue eyes, and looking deeper and deeper into those blue wells he fell asleep. Upon his face, too sad and grim by far for a man of his years, the lives of sector chiefs of the TSS are never easy, nor as a rule are they long. They're lingered as he slept that newly acquired softness of expression, the reflection of his transcended happiness. For eight hours he slept soundly, as was his want. Then, also according to his habit and training, he came wide awake, with no intermediate stage of napping. Clio? he whispered. Awake, girl! Awake! Her voice came through the ultrafone, relief in every syllable. Good heavens! I thought you were going to sleep until we got to wherever it is that we're going. Come on in, you two. I don't see how you can possibly sleep, just as though you were home in bed. You've got to learn to sleep anywhere, if you expect to keep in— Kastgen broke off as he opened the door and saw Clio's wan face. She had evidently spent a sleepless and wracking eight hours. Good Lord Clio, why didn't you call me?  No need of asking you how you feel, is there? No, I feel hungry. He answered cheerfully. I'm going to see what we can do about it. Or say, guess I'll see whether they're still interfering on Sam's way. He took out a small insulated case and touched the contact stud lightly with his fingers. His arm jerked away powerfully. Still at it, he gave the necessary explanation. They don't seem to want us to talk outside. But his interference is as good as my talking. They can trace it, of course. Now I'll see what I can find out about our breakfast. He stepped over to the plate and shot its projector beam forward into the control room, where he saw Nerado lying dog-like at his instrument panel.  Knowing that they were now in visual communication, Kastgen beckoned an invitation and pointed to his mouth and what he hoped was the universal sign of hunger. The Nevian waved an arm and fingered controls, and as he did so a wide section of the floor of Cleo's room slid aside. The opening thus made revealed a table which rose upon its pedestal, a table equipped with three softly cushioned benches, and spread with a glittering array of silver and glassware, bowls and platters of dazzling white metal, narrow-wasted goblets of sheerst crystal, all were hexagonal, beautifully and intricately carved or etched in apparently conventional marine designs, and the table utensils of this strange race were peculiar indeed. There were tearing forceps of sixteen needle-sharp curved teeth. There were flexible spatulas. There were deep and shallow ladles with flexible edges. There were many other peculiarly curved instruments at whose uses the terrestrials could not even guess, all having delicately fashioned handles to fit the long slender fingers of the Nevians. But if the table and its appointments were surprising to the terrestrials, revealing as they did a degree of culture which none of them had expected to find in a race of being so monstrous, the food was even more surprising, although in another sense. For the wonderful crystal goblets were filled with a grayish-green slime of a nauseous and overpowering odor. The smaller bowls were full of living sea spiders and other such delicacies, and each large platter contained a fish fully a foot long, raw and whole, garnished tastefully with red, purple and green strands of seaweed. Cleo looked once, then gasped, shutting her eyes and turning away from the table, but Costigan flipped the three fish into a platter and set it aside before he turned back to the busy plate. "'They'll go good fried,' he remarked to Bradley, signalling vigorously to Norado that the meal was not acceptable, and that he wanted to talk to him in person. Finally he made himself clear, the table sank down out of sight, and the Nevian commander cautiously entered the room. At Costigan's insistence he came up to the plate, leaving near the door three guards armed with projectors in instant readiness. The operative then shot the beam into the galley of the pirate's lifeboat, suggesting that they should be allowed to live there. For some time the argument of arms and fingers raged, though not exactly a fluent conversation, both sides managed to convey their meanings quite clearly. Norado would not allow the terrestrials to visit their own ship. He was taking no chances. But after a thorough ultrarray inspection he did finally order some of his men to bring into the middle room the electric range and a supply of terrestrial food. Soon the Nevian fish were sizzling in a pan, and the appetizing odors of coffee and of browning biscuit permeated the room. But at the first appearance of those odors the Nevians departed hastily, content to watch the remainder of the curious and repulsive procedure in their vizieray plates. Breakfast over, and everything made tidy and ship-shape, costigan turned to Cleo. Look here, girl, you've got to learn how to sleep. You're all in.  You've got to sleep and eat to keep fit. We don't want you passing out on us, so I'll put out this light, and you'll lie down here and sleep until noon. Oh, no, don't bother. I'll sleep to-night. I'm quite. You'll sleep now," he informed her, levely. I never thought of you being nervous, with Bradley and me on each side of you. We're both right here now, though, and we'll stay here. We'll watch over you like a couple of old hens with one chick between them.  Cleo laughed at the simile, but lay down obediently. Costigan sat upon the edge of the great divan, holding her hand, and they chatted idly. The silences grew longer. Cleo's remarks became fewer, and soon her long-lashed lids fell and her deep, regular breathing showed that she was sound asleep. The man stared at her, his very heart in his eyes. So young, so beautiful, so lovely, and how he did love her. He was not formally religious, but his every thought was a sincere prayer. If he could only get her out of this mess, he wasn't fit to live on the same planet with her, but just give him one chance, just one. But Costigan had been laboring for days under a terrific strain, and had been going very short on sleep, half hypnotized by his own mixed emotions, and by his staring at the smooth curves of Cleo's cheek, his own eyes closed, and, still holding her hand, he sank down into the soft cushions beside her and into oblivion. Thus sleeping hand in hand, like two children, Bradley found them, and a tender fatherly expression came over his face as he looked down at them. "'Nice little girl, Cleo,' he mused, and when they made Costigan they broke them old. They'll do, about as fine a couple of kids as old tell-us ever produced.' "'I could do with some more sleep myself.' He yawned prodigiously, lay down at Cleo's left, and almost instantly was himself asleep. Hours later both men were awakened by a merry peel of laughter. Cleo was sitting up, regarding them with sparkling eyes. She was refreshed, buoyant, ravenously hungry, and highly amused. Costigan was amazed, and annoyed at what he considered a failure in a self-appointed task. Bradley was calm and matter of fact.  "'I slept wonderfully well, but I wonder if I can sleep to-night without making you hold my hand all night.' "'Oh, he doesn't mind doing that,' Bradley commented. "'Mind it,' Costigan exclaimed, and his eyes and his tone spoke volumes that his tongue left unsaid. They prepared and ate another meal, one to which Cleo did full justice, and, rested and refreshed, had begun to discuss possibilities of escape when Nerado and his three armed guards entered the room. The Nevian side has placed a box upon a table and began to make adjustments upon its panels, eyeing the terrestrials attentively after each setting. After a time a staccato burst of articulate speech issued from the box, and Costigan saw a great light. "'You've got it, hold it!' he exclaimed, waving his arms excitedly. "'You see, Cleo, their voices are pitched either higher or lower than ours, probably higher, and they've built an audio-frequency changer. He's nobody's fool, that fish!' Nerado heard Costigan's voice. There was no doubt of that. His long neck looped and angled in Nevian gratification, and, although neither side could understand the other, both knew that intelligent speech and hearing were attributes common to the two races. This fact altered markedly the relations between captors and captives. The Nevians admitted among themselves that the strange bipeds might be quite intelligent, after all, and the terrestrials at once became more hopeful. "'It isn't so bad if they can talk,' Costigan summed up the situation. We might as well take it easy and make the best of it, particularly since we haven't been able to figure out any possible way of getting away from them. They can talk and hear, and we can learn their language in time. Maybe we can make some kind of a deal with them to take us back to our own system, if we can't make a break.' The Nevians being as eager as the terrestrials to establish communication, Nerado kept the newly devised frequency-changer in constant use. There is no need of describing at length the details of that interchange of languages. Suffice it to say that starting at the very bottom they learned as babies learn, and with a great advantage over babies of possessing fully developed and capable brains. And while the human beings were learning the tongue of Nevia, several of the amphibians, and incidentally, Cleo Marsden, were learning triplanetarian, the two officers knowing well that it would be much easier for the Nevians to learn the logically built common language of the three planets than to master the senseless intricacies of English. In a few weeks the two parties were able to understand each other after a fashion by using a weird mixture of both languages. As soon as a few ideas had been exchanged, the Nevian scientists built transformers small enough to be worn collar-like by the terrestrials, and the captives were allowed to roam at will throughout the Great Vessel. Only the compartment in which was stored the dismembered pirate lifeboat being sealed to them. Thus it was that they were not long left in doubt, when another fish-shaped cruiser of the void was revealed upon their lookout plates and the awful emptiness of interstellar space. That is our sister ship, going to your solarian system for a cargo of the iron which is so plentiful there. Norado explained to his involuntary guests, I hope the gang has got the bugs worked out of our super-ship. Kostkin muttered savagely to his companions as Norado turned away. If they have, that outfit will get something more than a load of iron when they get there. More weeks passed, weeks during which a blue-white star separated itself from the infinitely distant firmament and began to show a perceptible disk. Larger and larger it grew, becoming bluer and bluer as the flying spaceship approached it, until finally Nevia could be seen, apparently close beside her parent orb. Heavily laden though the vessel was, such was her power that she was soon dropping vertically toward a large lagoon in the middle of the Nevian city. That bit of open water was strangely devoid of life, for this was to be no ordinary landing. After the terrific power of the beams breaking the descent of that unimaginable load of allotropic iron, the water seathed and boiled, and instead of floating gracefully upon the surface of the sea, this time the huge ship of space sank like a plummet to the bottom. Having accomplished this delicate feat of docking the vessel safely in the immense cradle prepared for her, Norado turned to the terrestrials who, now under guard, had been brought before him. While our cargo of iron is being discharged, I am to take you three Tolerians to the College of Science, where you are to undergo a thorough physical and psychological examination. Follow me. Wait a minute, protested Costigan, with a quick and furtive wink at his companions. Do you expect us to go through water, and at this frightful depth? "'Certainly,' replied the Nevian in surprise, "'you are air-breathers, of course, but you must be able to swim a little, and this slight depth, but little more than thirty of your metres will not trouble you.' "'You are wrong, twice,' declared the terrestrial convincingly. "'If by swimming you mean propelling yourself in or through the water, we know nothing of it. In water over our heads we drown helplessly in a minute or two, and the pressure at this depth would kill us instantly.' "'Well, I could take a lifeboat, of course, but that,' the Nevian captain began doubtfully, but broke off at the sound of a staccato call from his signal-panel. "'Captain Norado, attention!' "'Norado,' he acknowledged into a microphone. "'The third city is being attacked by the fishes of the greater deeps. They have developed new and powerful mobile fortresses mounting unheard of weapons, and the city reports that it cannot long withstand their attack. The inhabitants are asking for all possible help. Your vessel not only has vast stores of iron, but also mounts weapons of power. You are requested to proceed to their aid at the earliest possible moment.' Norado snapped out orders, and the liquid iron fell in streams from wide-open ports, forming a vast red pool in the bottom of the dock. In a short time the great vessel was in equilibrium with the water she displaced, and as soon as she had attained a slight buoyancy the ports snapped shut and Norado threw on the power. "'Go back to your own quarters and stay there until I send for you,' the Nevian directed, and as the terrestrons obeyed the curt orders, the fish-shaped cruiser of space tore herself from the water and flashed up into the crimson sky. "'What a bare-faced liar!' Bradley exclaimed. The three, transformers cut off, were back in the middle-room of their suite. "'You can out-swim an otter, and I happen to know that you came up out of the old DZ-83 from a depth of—maybe I did exaggerate a trifle,' Costigan interrupted him, but the more helpless he thinks we are, the better for us. And we want to stay out of any of their cities as long as we can, because they may be hard places to escape from. I've got a couple of ideas, but they aren't ripe enough to pick yet.' "'Wow! How this bird's been travelling! Were there already? If he hits the water going like this, he'll split himself sure.' With undiminished velocity they were flashing downward in a long slant toward the beleaguered third city, and from the flying vessel there was launch towards the city's central lagoon a torpedo. No missile this, but a capsule containing a full ton of allotropic iron, which would be of more use to the Nevean defenders than millions of men. For the third city was sore-pressed indeed. Around it was one unbroken ring of boiling, exploding water, water billowing upper with a searing, blinding burst of superheated steam, or being hurled bodily in all directions in solid masses, by the cataclysmic forces being released by the embattled fishes of the greater deeps. Her outer defenses were already down, and even as the terrestrial stared in amazement another of the immense hexagonal buildings burst into fragments, its upper structure flying wildly into scrap metal, its lower half subsiding drunkenly below the surface of the boiling sea. The three terrestrials involuntarily seized whatever supports were at hand as the Nevean spaceships struck the water with undiminished speed. But the precaution was needless. Narado knew thoroughly his vessel, its strength and its capabilities. There was a mighty splash, but that was all. The artificial gravity was unchanged by the impact. To the passengers the vessel was still motionless and on an even keel as, now a submarine, she snapped around like a very fish and attacked the rear of the nearest fortress. For fortresses they were, vast structures of green metal plowing forward implacably upon immense caterpillar treads. And as they crawled they destroyed, and Costigan, exploring the strange submarine with his vizieray beam, watched and marveled. For the fortresses were full of water, water artificially cooled and aerated, entirely separate from the boiling flood through which they moved. They were manned by fish some five feet in length. Fish with huge, gobbling eyes, fish plentifully equipped with long, arm-like tentacles. Fish poised before control panels or darting about intent upon their various duties.  Nor was their warfare ineffectual. Their heat rays boiled the water for hundreds of yards before them, and their torpedoes were exploding against the Nevean defenses in one appallingly continuous concussion. But most potent of all was a weapon unknown to tri-planetary warfare. From a fortress there would shoot out, with the speed of a meteor, a long, jointed, telescopic rod, tipped with a tiny, brilliantly shining ball. Whenever this glowing tip encountered any obstacle, that obstacle had disappeared in an explosion world-wracking in its intensity. Then what was left of the rod, dark now, would be retracted into the fortress, only to emerge again in a moment with a tip once more shining and potent. Nerado, apparently as unfamiliar with the Biculio weapon as were the terrestrials, attacked cautiously, sending out far to the fore his merkily impenetrable screens of red. The submarine was entirely non-ferrous, and its officers were apparently quite familiar with the Nevean beams which licked at and clung to the green walls in impotent fury. Through the red veil came stabbing tiny ball after brilliant ball, and only the most frantic dodging saved the spaceship from destruction in those first few furious seconds. And now the Nevean defenders of the third city had secured and were employing the vast store of allotropic iron so opportunely delivered by Nerado. From the city there pushed out immense nets of metal, extending from the surface of the ocean to its bottom, nets radiating such terrific forces that the very water itself was beaten back, and stood motionless in vertical glassy walls. Torpedoes were futile against that wall of energy. The most fiercely driven rays of the fishes flamed incandescent against it in vain. Even the incredible violence of a concentration of every available force-ball against one point could not break through. At that unimaginable explosion water was hurled for miles. The bed of the ocean was not only exposed, but in it there was blown a crater at whose dimensions the terrestrials dared not even guess. The crawling fortresses themselves were thrown backward violently, and the very world was rocked to its core by the concussion. But that iron-driven wall held. The massive nets swayed and gave back, and tidal waves hurled their mountainously destructive masses through the third city, but the mighty barrier remained intact.  The fishes could not see through the sub-ethereal veil, but all the rod-gunners of the two fortresses were combing it thoroughly with ever-lengthening, ever-thrusting rods, in a desperate attempt to wipe out the new and apparently all-powerful Nevian submarine, whose sheer power was slowly but inexorably crushing even their gigantic walls. Well, I think that right now's the best chance we'll ever have of doing something for ourselves. Costigan turned away from the absorbing scenes pictured upon the visi-plate and faced his two companions. But what can we possibly do? asked Cleo. And— Whatever it is, we'll try it, Bradley exclaimed. Anything's better than staying here and letting them analyze us, no telling what they'd do to us, Costigan went on. I know a lot more about things than they think I do. They never did catch me using my spy-ray. It's on an awfully narrow beam, you know, and uses almost no power at all. So I've been able to dope out quite a lot of stuff. I can open most of their locks, and I know how to run their small boats. This battle, fantastic as it is, is deadly stuff, and it isn't one-sided by any means, either, so that every one of them, from Norado down, seems to be on emergency duty. There are no guards watching us, or station where we want to go. Our way out is open, and once out this battle is giving us our best possible chance to get away from them. There's so much emission out there already that they probably couldn't detect the driving rays of the lifeboat, and they'll be too busy to chase us anyway. Once out, then what? Asked Bradley, eagerly. We'll have to decide that before we start, of course. I'd say make a break back for our own Celerian system. We know the direction from our own observation, and we'll have plenty of power. But good heavens, Conway, it's so far! exclaimed Cleo. How about food, water, and air? Would we ever get there? You know as much about that as I do. I think so, but of course anything might happen. This ship is none too big, is considerably slower than the big spaceship, and we're a long ways from home. Another bad thing is the food question. The boat is well stocked according to Nevian ideas, but it's pretty foul stuff for us to eat. However, it's nourishing, and we'll have to eat it, since we can't carry enough of our own supplies to the boat to last long. Even so, we may have to go on short rations, but I think we'll be able to make it. On the other hand, what happens if we stay here? We will certainly strike trouble sooner or later, and we don't know any too much about these ultra-weapons.  Then, too, we don't know where to look for what little land there is, and even if we could find it, we know that it's all overrun with amphibians already. There's a lot of things that might be better, but they might be a lot worse, too. How about it? Do we try it? Or do we stay here? We try it!" exclaimed Cleo and Bradley as one. All right. I'd better not waste any more time talking. Let's go. Stepping up to the locked and shielded door, he took out a peculiarly built torch and pointed it briefly at the Nevean Lock. There was no light, no noise, but the massive portal swung smoothly open. They stepped out and Kostkin re-locked and re-shielded the entrance. How? What? Cleo demanded, almost stuttering in her surprise. I've been going to school for the last few weeks, Kostkin grinned, and I've picked up quite a few things here and there, literally as well as figuratively speaking. Snap it up, guys! Our armor is stored away with the pieces of the pirate's lifeboat, and I'll feel a lot better when we've got it on and have hold of a few fresh Lewistons. They hurried down corridors, up ramps, and long hallways, with Kostkin's spy-ray investigating the course ahead for Chance Neveans. Bradley and Cleo were unarmed, but the secret agent had found a piece of flat metal and had ground it to a razor edge. I think I can throw this thing straight enough and fast enough to chop off a Nevean's head before he can put a paralyzing ray on us. He explained grimly, but he was not called upon to show his skill with the improvised cleaver. As he had concluded from his careful survey, every Nevean was at some control or weapon, doing his part in that frightful combat with the denizens of the greater deeps. Their part was open. They were neither molested nor detected as they ran toward the compartment within which was sealed all their terrestrial belongings. The door of that room opened as had the other to Kostkin's knowing beam, and all three set hastily to work. They made up packs of food, filled their capaceous pockets with emergency rations, recharged and buckled on lewistons and automatics, donned their armor, and clamped into their external holsters a full complement of additional weapons. Now comes the ticklish part of the business. Kostkin informed them. His helmet was slowly turning this way and that, and the others knew that through his spy-ray goggles he was studying their route. There's only one boat we stand a chance of reaching, and somebody's muddy app to see us. There's a lot of detectors up there, and we'll have to cross a corridor full of communicator beams. There. That lines off. Scoot! At his word they dashed out into the hall and hurried along for minutes, dodging to right or left as the leaders snapped out orders. Finally he stopped. Here's those beams I told you about. We'll have to roll under them. They're less than waist high. Right there's the lowest one. Watch me do it, and when I give you the word, one at a time, you do the same. Keep low. Don't let an arm or a leg get up into the path of a ray, or there may see us. He threw himself flat, rolled upon the floor, a yard or so, and scrambled to his feet. He gazed intently at the blank wall for a space, then— Bradley, now! He snapped, and the interplanetary captain duplicated his performance. That Cleo, unused to the heavy and cumbersome space-armor she was wearing, could not roll in it with any degree of success. When Costigan barked his order, she tried, but stopped, floundering almost directly below the invisible network of communicator beams. As she struggled one mailed arm went up, and Costigan saw in his ultra-goggles the faint flash as the beam encountered the interfering field. But already he had acted. Crouching low he struck down the arm, seized it, and dragged the girl out of the zone of visibility. Then in furious haste he opened a nearby door, and all three sprang into a tiny compartment.  Not that I'd mind killing a few of them, but if they start at organized search, we're sunk. But even if they did get a warning by touching your glove, Cleo, they probably won't suspect us. Our rooms are still shielded, and the chances are that they're too busy to bother much about us anyway.' He was right. A few beams darted here and there, but the Nevians saw nothing amiss, and ascribed the interference to the falling into the beam of some chance bit of charged metal. With no further misadventures the terrestrials gained entrance to the Nevian lifeboat, where Costigan's first act was to disconnect one steel boot from his armor of space. With a sigh of relief he pulled his foot out of it, and from it carefully poured into the small power-tank of the craft, fully thirty pounds of allotropic iron. "'I pinched it off them,' he explained, in answer to amazed and inquiring looks, "'and maybe you don't think it's a relief to get it out of that boot. I couldn't steal a flask to carry it in, so this was the only place I could put it in. These life-boats are equipped with only a couple of grams of iron apiece, you know, and we couldn't get half way back to tell us on that, even with a smooth going, and we may have to fight. With this much to go on, though, we could get to Andromeda, fighting all the way. Well, we'd better break away.' Costigan watched his plate closely, and, when the maneuvering of the Great Vessel brought his exit-port as far away as possible from the third city and the warring citadels of the deep, he shot the little cruiser out and away. He laid out into the ocean at sped, through the murky red veil, and darted upward toward the surface. The three wanderers sat tense, hardly daring to breathe, staring into the plates, Cleo and Bradley pushing at metal levers and stepping down hard upon metal brakes in unconscious efforts to help Costigan dodge the beams and rods of death flashing so appallingly close upon all sides. Out of the water and into the air the darting, dodging lifeboat flashed in safety. But in the air, supposedly free from menace, came disaster. There was a crunching, grating shock, and the vessel was thrown into a dizzy spiral, from which Costigan finally leveled it into headlong flight away from the scene of battle. Watching the pyrometers which recorded the temperature of the outer shell, he drove the lifeboat ahead at the highest safe atmospheric speed while Bradley went to inspect the damage. Pretty bad, but better than I thought. The captain reported. Outer and inner plates broken away on a seam, interwall vacuum all lost, and we wouldn't hold carpet rags let alone air. Any tools aboard? Some, and what we haven't got we'll make, Costigan declared. We'll put a lot of distance behind us, then we'll fix her up and get away from here. What are those fish any way, Conway? Cleo asked as the lifeboat tore along. The Nevians are bad enough, heaven knows, but the very idea of intelligent and educated fish is enough to drive one mad. You know Neurado mentioned several times the semi-cevilized fishes of the greater deeps, he reminded her. I gather that there are at least three intelligent races here. We know two, the Nevians, who are amphibians, and the fishers of the greater deeps. The fishers of the lesser deeps are also intelligent. As I get it, the Nevian cities were originally built in very shallow water, or perhaps were upon islands. The development of machinery and tools gave them a big edge on the fish, and those living in the shallow seas nearest the islands gradually became tributary nations if not actually slaves. Those fish not only serve as food but work in the mines, hatcheries, and plantations, and do all kinds of work for the Nevians. Those so-called lesser deeps were conquered first, of course, and all their races of fish are docile enough now. But the deep sea-breeds, who live in water so deep that the Nevians can hardly stand the pressure down there, were more intelligent to start with, and more stubborn besides. But the most valuable metals here are deep down. This planet is very light for its size, you know. So the Nevians kept at it until they conquered some of the deep sea fish, too, and put them to work. But those high-pressure boys were nobody's fools. They realized that as time went on the amphibians would get further and further ahead of them in development. So they let themselves be conquered, learned how to use the Nevians' tools and everything else they could get hold of, developed a lot of new stuff of their own, and now they're out to wipe the amphibians off the slate completely before they get too far ahead of them to handle. And the Nevians are afraid of them and want to kill them all as fast as they possibly can, guessed Cleo. That would be the logical thing, of course, commented Bradley. Got pretty nearly enough distance now, Costigan? There isn't enough distance on the planet to suit me, Costigan replied. We'll need all we can get. A full diameter away from that crew of amphibians is too close for comfort. Their detectors are keen. Then they can detect us? Cleo asked. Oh, I wish they hadn't hit us. We'd have been away from here long ago. So do I. Costigan assented feelingly. But they did. No use squawking. We can rivet and weld those seams and pump out the shell, and we'd have to fill our air-tanks to capacity for the trip anyway. And things could be a lot worse. We are still breathing air. In silence the lifeboat flashed onward, and half of Nevia's mighty globe was traversed before it was brought to a halt, in the emptiest reaches of the planet's desolate and watery waste. Then in furious haste the two officers set to work, again to make their small craft sound and spaceworthy. End of chapter. CHAPTER VI Since both Costigan and Bradley had often watched their captors at work during the long voyage from the solar system to Nevia, they were quite familiar with the machine tools of the amphibians. Their stolen lifeboat, being an emergency craft, of course carried full repair equipment, and to such good purpose did the two officers labour that even before their air-tanks were fully charged, all the damage had been repaired. The lifeboat lay motionless upon the mirror-smooth surface of the ocean. Captain Bradley had opened the upper port, and the three stood in the opening, gazing in silence toward the incredibly distant horizon, while powerful pumps were forcing the last possible ounces of air into the practically unbreakable storage cylinders. Mile upon strangely flat miles stretched that waveless, unbroken expanse of water, merging finely into the violet redness of the Nevian sky. The sun was setting, a vast ball of purple flame dropping rapidly toward the horizon. Darkness came suddenly as that seething ball disappeared, and the air became bitterly cold, in sharp contrast to the pleasant warmth of the moment before. And as suddenly clouds appeared in blackly-banked masses, and a cold, driving rain began to beat down in torrents. Brr! It's cold! Let's go in! Oh!  Cleo shrieked, and leaped wildly down into the compartment below, out of Kostkin's way, for he and Bradley also had seen slithering toward them the frightful arm of the thing. Almost before the girl had spoken, Kostkin had leaped to the levers, and not an instant too soon, for the tip of that horrible tentacle flashed into the rapidly narrowing crack just before the door clang shut. As the powerful toggles forced the heavy screw threads into engagement, and drove the massive disc home into its bottle-type insulated seat, that grisly tip fell severed to the floor of the compartment, and lay there, twitching and writhing with a loathsome and unearthly vigor. Two feet long the piece was, and larger than a strongman's leg. It was armed with spiked and jointed metallic scales, and instead of sucking discs, it was equipped with a series of mouths. Mouth filled with sharp metallic teeth which gnashed and ground together furiously, even though sundered from the horrible organism which they were designed to feed. The little submarine shuddered in every plate and member as monstrous coils encircled her, and tightened inexorably in terrific rippling surges eloquent of mastodonic power. An astridant vibration smote sickeningly upon terrestrial eardrums as the metal spikes of the monstrosity crunched and ground upon the outer plating of their small vessel. The submarine stood unmoved at the plate, watching intently. Hands ready upon the controls. Due to the artificial gravity of the lifeboat it seemed perfectly stationary to its occupants. Only the weird gyrations of the pictures upon the look-out screens showed that the craft was being shaken and thrown about like a rat in the jaws of a terrier. Only the gauges revealed that they were almost a mile below the surface of the ocean already, and were still going downward at an appalling rate. Finally Cleo could stand no more. Aren't you going to do something, Conway? She cried. Not unless I have to, he replied, composedly. I don't believe that he can really hurt us, and if I use a ray of any kind I'm afraid that it will kick up enough disturbance to bring Naruto down on us like a hawk after a chicken. However, if he takes us much deeper I'll have to go to work on him. We're getting down pretty close to our limit, and the bottom's a long way down yet. Deeper and deeper the lifeboat was dragged by its dreadful opponent, whose spiked teeth still tore savagely at the tough outer plating of the craft, until Costigan reluctantly threw in his power switches. Against the full propellant thrust the monster could draw them no lower, but neither could the lifeboat make any headway toward the surface. The terrestrial then turned on his rays, but found that they were ineffective. So closely was the creature wrapped to brown the submarine that his weapons could not be brought to bear upon it without melting the vessel's own outer skin. What can it possibly be any way, and what can we do about it? Cleo asked. I thought at first it was something like a devil fish, or possibly an overgrown starfish. But it's too flat and has no body that I can see. Costigan made answer. It must be a kind of flat worm. That doesn't sound reasonable. The thing must be all of a hundred meters long, but there it is. The only thing left to do now as I see it is to try to boil him alive. He closed other circuits, diffusing a terrific beam of pure heat, and the water all about them burst into furious clouds of steam. The boat leaped upward as the metallic fins of the gigantic worm fanned vapor instead of water, but the creature neither released its hold nor ceased its relentlessly grinding attack. Minute after minute went by, but finally the worm dropped limply away, cooked through and through, vanquished only by death. Now we've put our foot in it clear to the knee! Costigan exclaimed as he shot the lifeboat upward at its maximum power. Look at that! I knew that Narado could trace us, but I didn't have any idea that they could. It's a good thing these ultra-vision plates don't need light to see by, or we'd be—sperlos versenct in a hurry. Staring with Costigan into the plate, Bradley and the girls saw not the Neve and Sky Rover they had expected, but a fast submarine cruiser manned by the frightful fishes of the greater deeps. It was coming directly toward the lifeboat, and even as Costigan hurled the little vessel off at an angle and then upward into the air, one of the deadly offensive rods, tipped with its glowing ball of pure destruction, flashed through the spot, where they would have been had they held their former course. But powerful as were their propellant forces, and fiercely though Costigan applied them, the denizens of the deep-clamped attract-array upon the flying vessel before it gained a mile of altitude. Costigan aligned his every driving projector as his vessel came to an abrupt halt in the invisible grip of the beam, then experimented with various dials. There ought to be some way of cutting that beam. He pondered audibly. But I don't know enough about their system to do it, and I'm afraid to monkey around with things too much, because I might accidentally release the screens we've already got out, and they're stopping altogether too much stuff for us to do without them right now. He frowned as he studied the flaring defensive screens, now radiating an incandescent violet under the concentration of the forces being hurled against them by the warlike fishes, then stiffened suddenly. I thought so. They can shoot them! He exclaimed, drawing the lifeboat into a furious corkscrew turn, and the very air blazed into flaming splendor as a dazzlingly scintillating ball of energy sped past them and high into the air beyond. Then for minutes a spectacular battle raged. The twisting, turning, leaping airship, small as she was agile, kept on eluding the explosive projectiles of the fishes, and her screens neutralized and re-radiated the full power of the attacking beams. More, since Costigan did not need to think of sparing his ocean around the Great Submarine began furiously to boil under the full-driven offensive beams of the tiny Nevean ship. But escape Costigan could not. He could not cut that tractor beam and the utmost power of his drivers could not rest the lifeboat from its tenacious clutch. And slowly but inexorably the ship of space was being drawn downward toward the ship of ocean steps. And in spite of the utmost possible effort of every projector and penetrator, and the two terrestrial spectators, sick at heart, looked once at each other, then they looked at Costigan, who jaw-hard set and eyes unflinchingly upon his plate, was concentrating his attack upon one turret of the Green Monster as they settled lower and lower. If this is— If our number is going up, Conway— Cleo began, unsteadily. Not yet it isn't, he snapped. Keep a stiff upper lip, girl. We're still breathing air, and the battle's not over yet. Nor was it. But it was not Costigan's efforts, mighty though they were, that ended the attack of the fishes of the greater deeps. The tractor beam snapped without warning, and so prodigious were the forces being exerted by the lifeboat that, as it hurled itself away. The three passengers were thrown violently to the floor, in spite of the powerful gravity controls. Scrambling up on hands and knees, bracing himself as best he could against the terrific forces, Costigan managed finally to force a hand up to his panel. He was barely in time. For even as he cut the driving power to its normal value, the outer shell of the lifeboat was blazing at white heat, from the friction of the atmosphere through which it had been tearing with such an insane acceleration. Oh, I see! Norado to the rescue. Costigan commented, after a glance into the plate. I hope that those fish blow him clear out of the galaxy. Why, demanded Cleo, I should think that you'd think again, he advised her. The worse Norado gets licked, the better for us. I don't really expect that. But if they can keep him busy long enough, we can get far enough away that he won't bother about us any more. As the lifeboat tore upward through the air at the highest permissible atmospheric velocity, Bradley and Cleo peered over Costigan's shoulders into the plate, watching in absorbed interest the scene which was being kept in focus upon it. The nevian ship of space was plunging downward in a long slanting dive, her terrific beams of force screaming out ahead of her. The rays of the little lifeboat had boiled the waters of the ocean. Those of the parent craft seemed literally to blast them out of existence. All about the green submarine there had been volumes of furiously boiling water and dense clouds of vapor. Now water and fog alike disappeared, converted into transparent superheated steam by the blasts of nevian energy. Through that tenuous gas the enormous mass of the submarine fell like a plummet, her defensive screens flaming and almost invisible violet, her every offensive weapon vomiting forth solid and vibratory destruction toward the nevian cruiser so high in the angry scarlet heavens. For miles the submarine dropped, until the frightful pressure of the depth drove water into the neurados beam faster than his forces could volatilize it. Even in that seething funnel there was waged desperate conflict. At that funnel's wildly turbulent bottom lay the submarine, now apparently trying to escape, but held fast by the tractor-rays of the spaceship. At its top, smothered almost to the point of invisibility by billowing masses of steam, hung poised the nevian cruiser. As the atmosphere had grown thinner and thinner with increasing altitude, Costigan had regulated his velocity accordingly, keeping the outer shell of the vessel at the highest temperature consistent with safety. Now beyond measurable atmospheric pressure the shell cooled rapidly, and he applied full touring acceleration. At an appalling and constantly increasing speed the miniature spaceship shot away from the strange red planet, and smaller and smaller upon the plate became its picture. Long since the great vessel of the void had plunged beneath the surface of the sea, more closely to come to grips with the vessel of the fishes. For a long time nothing of the battle had been visible, save immense clouds of steam, blanketing hundreds of square miles of the ocean's surface. But just before the picture became too small to reveal details, a few tiny dark spots appeared above the banks of cloud, now brilliantly illuminated by the rays of the rising sun. That's which might have been fragments of either vessel. Blown bodily from the depths of the ocean and, riven asunder, hurled high into the air by the incredible forces at the command of the other. Nevia, a tiny moon and the fierce blue sun, rapidly growing smaller in the distance, Costigan swung his vizieray beam into the line of travel and turned to his companions. Well, we're off, he said, scowling. I hope it was Naruto that got blown up back there, but I'm afraid it wasn't. He whipped two of those submarines that we know of, and probably half their fleet besides. There's no particular reason why that one should be able to take him, so it's my idea that we should get ready for great gobs of trouble. They'll chase us, of course, and I'm afraid that with their immense power they'll catch us. But what can we do, Conway? Ask Cleo. Several things, he grinned. I managed to get quite a lot of dope on that paralyzing ray and some of their other stuff, and we can install the necessary equipment in our suits easily enough. They removed their armor and Costigan explained in detail the changes which must be made in the triplanetary field generators. All three set vigorously to work. The two officers deftly and surely, Cleo uncertainly and with many questions, but with undaunted spirit. Finally, having done all they could to strengthen their position, they settled down to the watchful routine of the flight, with every possible instrument set to detect any sign of the pursuit they so feared.


Hi everyone, this is the SNES drunk. I thought I'd do something a little different today. I'm gonna be doing just a regular old let's play of the game I looked at a week ago today, Star Dew Valley. You know how it is when you just really like a game and you just want to tell people about it and show people like all the different stuff you can do. This is one of those games that can't really be encompassed in just a little three or four minute video. Yeah, as you can see I've put like 40 hours into this game and it's mostly in the last couple weeks. But yeah, I apologize for my voice and my congestion. That's a bad allergy day for me today.   I have a Super Nintendo. Damn straight. Okay, I've got like one game for it, but still. The reason I have that is because I married this gal over here. She's my wife, the purple-haired girl Abigail. Whoops, turned the TV on accidentally. It's going to be a beautiful sunny day tomorrow. Hey, I'm talking to you. Well, isn't that nice? Where is she going? Anyway, the fridge, what have we got stocked in the fridge here? There's dishes that have been made. There's stuff I've found in the caves. There's oils. There's eggs from my chickens. There's maple syrup from my own trees. There's recipes you can make over here. You can make pancakes. You can make eggs. Also, you can learn tons of different stuff just from that. That's a real small aspect right there. You can get some lovin' from your wife. Aww, yeah.  It's just a brick wall with some plants and some corn and tomatoes, and it's really not all that great. I'm mostly a fisherman in this game. Here, you can see all the different skills that you can... Where is it? Here we go. I'm a level 10 fisher guy. That's my thing. But there's combat. There's foraging or finding stuff. There's mining. There's farming. That's right. I got that key. I don't really know what to do with it yet, though. I've got mail. Pufferfish specimen. I'm conducting an experiment with Demetrius. He's the scientist guy that lives up on the north side of town on the mountain. Yeah, let's accept this quest and look for a pufferfish. It can be random stuff. People could send you things. All sorts of random stuff. First, we gotta water the crops, so I gotta get out my thing. And no, I'm not gonna make you suffer through me doing the tedious task of watering everything. So I'm going to fast forward, or at least edit my way out of this, so I'll see you in a bit. And we're back. Now it's put our way, our watering thing, since we don't need it. That tedious task is over with.  You get it from donating stuff at the museum, like this thing. I don't know what that does. This is a trash recycler. When you find trash on the beach, you can throw it in here and it can turn it into things. These are furnaces, so you can melt ore into bars of things. Here's a bee house that creates honey.  I don't know if the kind that you take where you hallucinate or what, but anyway, I forgot to grab some hay for my chickens. And I've only got two. Shit, that's not good. I gotta go get some more hay. Yeah, I got four chickens in here and they just throw their eggs wherever they feel like it, I guess. How are you doing today? Oh, you're doing good. You're doing good. Gary's doing good. Yeah, you can name these whatever you want and it's good to check up on them like that. Anyway, where's my dog? There he is. That's my dog, Clyde. Gotta go say hi to him, too. You take the stuff that you get from your farm and you put it in this box and you get money for it. Somebody stops by overnight. Oh, I forgot to put the hay in there. Oops. But yeah, that's right. I also have stuff I can harvest with my scythe. This stuff right here, this wheat. Yeah, that's pretty cool. So I've got eight of these things, so I'd like to replant, go to the store and get some more. I forgot to put my wheat in here, sorry. Yeah, you can see how this game, the farming side, gets a little tedious because it's based on routine and it's kind of time-consuming. But thankfully, there's a lot of other stuff in this game, too.  I'm gonna hold on to this. Let's go into town. Oh, I've got like a notification here. Is this just that, yeah. Okay. Yeah, there's all sorts of quests as you can see, like bring this person an apricot. I don't know how to do that. I don't have an apricot. Reach the bottom of the line. I still haven't done that yet. Pam is thirsty. She wants a pale ale that you brew and like, I don't even know how to do that yet. I guess you can make beer in this game. That's pretty sweet. And then over here, yeah, you got like random townspeople you can talk to. This is Abigail's mom. That's nice. There's a calendar. You can see when people's birthdays are. And when festivals are coming up, there's a luau. I'm in year two of the game, by the way. This is the summer season. And there's help-wanted signs. There's a little quest you can pick up. 260 gold for four rainbow trout. Those are pretty hard to catch and pretty inconsistent, but I'll take so many. I'll take them up on that anyway. Once you do that, it shows up on your little journal on the side here. And you've got two days to catch four rainbow trout. Anyway, I wanted to go with the store. Here's all the stuff you can get. Two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.   You can go into random people's houses. Like, I think this is Alex's house. The cranky old dude sitting here. Do ya? Do ya really? I've honestly never heard that line of dialogue before. That's pretty funny. Oh boy. Let's go to the blacksmith over here. Oh, you can buy ice cream from these people. There's Alex. There's Haley.  Here's Mr. Blacksmith guy. And I've got a geode that he can crack open here. There could be treasures in these. Just iron ore. That's decent, but you can usually find much better. Here's the museum where you donate random stuff and get rewards for it. Hey, here's the mayor. What are you doing here? He's collecting taxes. How pleasant.  You can discover. It's got information. It's a dwarf scroll from inside the cave. Whatever.  I've got almost everything. I'm missing only about 20 things, I think. And of course, you can do my favorite thing in this game, which is fishing. 20 in the afternoon. Let's fish off this bridge here. See if I can get something other than trash and seaweed. Yeah, you can accessorize with hats. You can dress up, get clothes that help with combat and stuff like that for defense. Here we go. What do I catch here? Yeah, when you fish, it turns into this mini game here. Depending on how hard it is to catch this particular fish. Here's a pike. Like octopuses and squids and puffer fish and stuff like that. Those are really hard to catch because the fish icon bounces every which way. And it's your green bar that you use to hold down. You can control it by holding down the button. It'd be a Y button on a SNES controller or the X button on an Xbox controller, which is what I'm using. Here's Willy.  I fish all the time. What are you talking about? Let's go to the beach here. You can usually find stuff just laying around that you can sell for money. Let's see. I set my crab trap. You can also build crab traps. Hey, I actually got some crabs in my crab traps. That's cool. There you go. Works for me. Alright, let's head back. You can build those. Here's all the stuff you can build, by the way. By the way, here's how you equip stuff. You can put stuff on your fishing rod. You can put bait on. You can put other hooks, but they do wear out after a while. Also, here's all the stuff you can build. Here's the furnace. There's the bee house. There's a scarecrow. You can make your own fertilizer. You can make your own mayonnaise machine.   There's crafting. There's fighting enemies, which I'll get to in a little bit. What was I going to do? I already talked to you people. When you've talked to people, you can sit there and hammer on the A button or B button. They won't say anything. They've already talked to you. They have nothing new to say. It's kind of nice, actually. Since I've unlocked the mine carts by collecting enough stuff, you can practically teleport up to the mines. Actually, first, I would like to go to the Adventurer's Club. See, I went from there, I went from down here, the blacksmith and the museum and all that, all the way up here. Normally, it'd take like an hour in game time for me to walk, but this time it took me no time flat.  Here's where you can buy weapons and equipment and all that sort of stuff. I've got the best sword I can get right now, so let's check out the mine. Let's kill that fucking... Oh, I was going to have to kill that squirrel with a fishing pole. That would have been awkward. When you start out in the mines, you can only go up to... You have to go the manual way down here until you get to 20 and then you unlock the elevator. At that point, you can go down to as far as 105.  There's my next entrance, but let's fight stuff first. This is much harder than it looks. These things have some unpredictable patterns and there's some unpredictable enemies too. This thing hiding under this rock. There's another exit. Let's take this one. You just go as far as you can down and you just mine stuff. I just mined a jade there. There's a quartz sitting there waiting for me. You can exchange this stuff for goods. Let's check... Nothing in that barrel. See, you can mine gold over here. Take this fucker out. I don't need quartz. Quartz are pretty crappy. Gold is nice though. Anyway, I just wanted to show off the mines real quick here. I'm out of time. It's 7.30 already. Let's get out of here. Let's take the mine... Let's take a look at the quarry. Here's where more random mining stuff exists. You can unlock this area too. In fact, let's do that. Let's go check out the community center. This is this rundown building that's infested by these little forest sprite things. If you bring them certain combinations of certain stuff, you get to unlock other areas of the map and unlock other abilities and other random stuff. I've unlocked three things so far. I've gotten the fish tank thing completed. For example, here's the bulletin one. I've already unlocked that aspect of it. To unlock this part, I've got to get oak resin, wine, a rabbit's foot, and a pomegranate. To unlock this part, I need ten of wheat. I only have eight. Why did I... I don't know. I've got to plant more wheat. Then there's that one which takes money. I've unlocked the boiler room which unlocks the mine carts. As you can see, there's a lot to this game. There's the kids room, I guess. I don't even know what that is. Is there anything I haven't covered yet? The only thing I haven't covered yet is the saloon. Let's go there. I'm sure I'm forgetting something. I went to the beach. I went to the mines. I went to the blacksmith. I farmed a little. Yes, I do need a drink. Give me a bunch. Let's buy a shitload of beer. Six beers? That ain't enough to get me wasted, but whatever. I don't want to waste too much money. Let's have a beer. Now this right here is one of my favorite things. Yeah, you turn glowing red. Don't you turn glowing red when you drink a beer? And then there's this little icon in the upper left. I don't know if you can see that. I am tipsy. Minus one speed. That's a real nice touch.  What does Shane have to say? Shane has nothing to say to me.  He's just like, shouldn't you be working or something like that? So I'm going to get him a beer. Oh wow, Drunkhouse, this is my favorite. Now suddenly he's my best friend. So yeah, that's how you make friends in this game. You don't buy them drinks. You just throw stuff at them that they might like. Here's the arcade game. I already tackled this. Is there a way I can get out of this? Yeah, okay. You play arcade games? No, you can't play pool, unfortunately. There's Willie, there's Zach, there's Leah. Here, let's get this guy. This guy's new in town. Let's get him a beer. Let's get Leah a beer too. She's cool. I'm going to keep the rest of the beers for me. So yeah, now it's night time. It's 10.40 at night. So you could do some night fishing or you can just go straight home. Let's see if I can catch something real quick. Anyway, the game allows you to form your own routine and get as good at whatever you wanted that you can cook. Become a really awesome cook. You can be an awesome farmer. You can be an awesome fisherman. You can be awesome in the mines.  You can be a fisherman for green algae. Hey, there's Willie. I already talked to him. He has nothing to say to me. Yep, everybody's going home for the night. It's funny, you see the same certain people at the bar like night after night after night, which is pretty amusing. Anyway, let's take some of this stuff and put it in my... Yeah, you do get tired. See the energy meter on the far right there that when you run out of that, you're fucked. Pike, driftwood, jade. I'm going to keep the beer. I'm going to keep this. I can get rid of this. I can get rid of... Oops. Or... keep the beers. I need to plant those. What is this? When did I get that? I must have picked that up. I got a new weapon. It's not as good as my other sword, but I'll have to sell that to the adventurers' people. Yeah, there you go. There is a day in Stardew Valley where I did as much as I could. There's my dog. Let's turn the fireplace back on. Let's go to bed. My wife is already in there, you can see. And then it... Oh, I leveled up farming. That's cool. And it lets you know, like, I can make a keg now. Fuck, yeah, you bad...  I wonder how you make those. Okay, so yeah, it tells you if you've leveled up and then it tallies up what you've put in your sales box thing. How much you get? This is not a whole lot of money. I'm used to getting, like, two grand a day. That's pretty disappointing. That's because I didn't have much farming stuff, but there you go. And then you just move right on to the next day starting at 6 a.m. You can see why this game is so addicting because it's just one day after another and you don't know when to stop. You don't have to turn off the fireplace. I just like doing that. And yeah, and you can... I think I'll just... Yeah, I'm not used to having this much freedom. I think I'll put beers in the fridge.  And with that, I think I will call this an episode. Pretty cool, so, alrighty. I want to thank you for watching and I hope you have a great rest of your day.