He walked up to the halftrack, looking for the bodies.
There weren't any. When he had looked around for a few moments, he realized what had happened. The men had all disappeared.
He was a little more ready for it now, but it was by no means easy to take. On the seat of the halftrack he found two fatigue caps, two twill shirts, two pairs of pants.
On the floor were the shoes and socks. The men had disappeared rapidly, while the trucks were still moving.
Web looked up into the sky.
None of the stars were moving.
But the aliens would be coming back soon. He climbed into the halftrack, threw out the clothes and started the engine. The thing had stalled, probably, running off by itself up a hill. He was lucky. The motor turned over. He was going quickly away, in no particular direction, when he remembered food.
He stopped the halftrack and looked in the back.
Towing apparatus, to take the pod back.
He groaned.