'Earth, all right,' said Gramp.
They walked down the hillside toward the ship.
In the derelict's side was a great hole, blasted by a shot of long ago, a shot that echoed in dim memory of that battle forty years before.
'Let's go in,' said the senator. 'I want to take some pictures. Brought some night equipment along.
Take pictures in pitch black.'
Something moved inside the ship, something that glinted and shone redly in the light of setting Jupiter.
Astonished, the four fell back a step.
A space-armored man stood just inside the ship, half in shadow, half in light. He held two flame pistols in his hands and they were leveled at Gramp and the other three.
'All right,' said the man, and his voice was savage, vicious, with just a touch of madness in it, I got you covered. Just hoist out your guns and let them drop.'
They did not move, astounded, scarcely believing what they saw.