'You be careful, Marshy,' Gramp called out.
'Look here, Earthy,' yelled the Martian.
Gramp strode forward and looked. And what he saw — instead of flesh and bone, instead of any animal structure — were metal plates and molten wire and cogs of many shapes and sizes.
'Robots,' he said. I'll be a bowlegged Marshy if that ain't what they are. Nothin' but dog-gone robot animals.'
The two old soldiers looked at one another.
'It was a tight squeeze at that,' said Jurg Tec.
'We sure licked hell out of 'em,' Gramp exulted.
'Say,' said Jurg Tec, 'they were supposed to have a robot-animal fight at Satellite City. You don't suppose these things were the robots? Got loose some way?'
'By cracky,' said Gramp, 'maybe that explains it.'
He straightened from his examination of the heap of twisted, flame-scarred metal and looked at the sky. Jupiter was almost gone.