"Pretty nifty, eh pop?" the boy said.
Burt called: "Marcia. Hey, Marcia. C'mere!"
Leading Joan by her hand, Marcia reached them in a few minutes. "Don't wonder why Johnny called you like that, Burt Rogers. Just don't you wonder at all. He's a chip off the old block, that's what he is."
Joan said, "Mama, what's a chip off the old block?"
"Later, dear, later. What's on your mind, Burt?"
He gestured. "This—"
Marcia stared. "Why, it's—it's a spaceship!"
"It is," Johnny nodded. "An old Havelock Cruiser. And I found it."
"But these people must have crashed here years ago."
"Yeah. Look, Marcia, you better take the kids away while I look for the remains. Got to find them and report to the police at Marsport when we get back, but there's no reason why the kids have to see."