But Ghor lay lifeless beside them.
"That was the poison that killed the Ngyes—and that killed his father," Mick said. "Human blood! It's ghastly."
"We'll put him on the ledge," Alf said. "I think he'd like that. Lord! To think that we didn't trust him at first. He's a hero, Mick! A hero as great as any in the history of mankind!"
A day later the two terrestrials, protected by the degaussers, completed the repairs on their space ship.
"I think we ought to go back to the cabin, Alf," Mick suggested.
"Yeah. We ought to pay our respects to Ghor. We owe him more than he'll ever know."
Once more they stumbled up the gulley. They kicked aside a few dead Ngye stalks that had been killed by the lifeblood of Ghor as they followed the turns of the pathway. At last they reached the locks.
"Mick!"
Alf was pointing to the ledge above the locks. Only one human figure, its arms akimbo, eyes staring down the gulley, stood on the ledge. Ghor was gone.
Slowly the locks opened. Through the door, unhelmeted, unprotected by a spacesuit, came Ghor.