"I don't believe it," Myra said. "You're just—"
The ship whipped to one side, then bucked playfully like a trout riding a fisherman's line.
"Ugh!" said Steve faintly, struggled to pull his body back into his seat.
"Steve, I'm frightened!" Myra wailed.
"Nonsense!" Steve said stoutly. "There isn't a blamed thing to be afra—"
Suddenly the ship began to toss crazily, like a rat shaken in a terrier's teeth. Steve and Myra were thrown to the floor. Unsteadily making their way to a window, they saw a little golden meteor-ship, such as had been the beginning of all their trouble. Evidently they were caught in its magnetic field. Steve tried accelerating, but they were powerless to escape.
Myra burst into helpless tears. "Oh, Steve, this is too much. We can't go back there again."
"Damn those peach-creatures!" said Steve. "Just when I thought we'd never see them again."
Again letters of fire appeared above the little golden ship. "RETURN," they said, simply.