"Come on," Terry said, moving ahead.
"You're a fool, Terry," Cappy said. "But you've got guts! Now listen to reason!"
But Terry would not listen. He moved forward. Cappy, sweating, came following.
"It's suicide!" cried the older man.
In the center of a clearing stood the spaceship. The streaks of the corona revealed a figure, huge, hideous and ape-like, standing before the locks.
It was Chomby, holding the flourobeam gun, aiming at the two terrestrials who emerged from the forest.
"If you come closer, I'll shoot!" It was a thought, not a voice, that flashed toward the men, but the words were as clear as if Chomby had spoken.
"We're licked, Terry!" Cappy said. "I'll surrender."
Slowly Cappy's hands went over his head.