Haller held the jar close to the opening so that its green glow faintly illuminated the pit they had dug. Barger, his face red from exertion, jumped into the excavation.
"Stones and more stones," he grunted. "Might dig the rest of our lives before we struck anything. I...."
A rumble of rock, a smothered cry, and the grizzled quartermaster disappeared from view!
"Barger!" Steve shouted. "What happened? Are you hurt?"
"Bruised up a bit." The answer echoed hollowly. "And I can't see where I am!"
"Okay, sit tight." Haller knotted his belt to his leather jacket, lowered the half-empty jug of phosphorescent water into the opening. When Barger announced its safe arrival, he made one end of the improvised rope fast, climbed down it.
In the faint green glow a hollow, between two immense meteorites, was visible. Barger, dirty, disheveled, glanced about.
"The opening seems to run back aways," he announced. "Want to try it?"
"Right." Haller led the way, testing each step carefully. As they moved on, the tunnel narrowed, and they were forced to crawl. Haller, creeping under the overhang of a huge stone, felt like an ant moving through the spaces in a mound of cannon-balls. Now they were forced to dig again, dragging aside the magnetized rocks, holding their breaths for fear of a cave-in. They had made their way perhaps a hundred feet when Haller pulled up short. His hands had encountered something smooth, cold!
"Metal!" he exclaimed. "Wait!" Quickly he raised the vessel of luminous water. Before them, buried beneath massive rocks, was a rusty, ancient spaceship!