The two spacemen stared speechlessly at the evidence of human habitation. Then slowly the door swung open.
They waited for someone to emerge, but the silence of space remained unbroken. The locks were empty, yet they had opened. Was someone watching them from inside? If so, why didn't he hail them?
"Hello there!" Mick spoke on the universal wavelength into his microphone.
No answer came.
"Maybe his radio's out of whack," Alf said. "Shall we go in?"
Alf started forward, but Mick seized his arm.
"Look!" he whispered. "Up there, above the door!"
Just above the door was a ledge, which neither man had noticed at first. On this ledge stood a human figure. He wore no space suit, no oxygen helmet and his head was bare.
An empty pistol holster dangled at his side and his hands were on his hips. He was standing motionless in the cold of space watching the two terrestrials below him.
"Great guns!"