The spires reminded me a bit of the rocks below the lodge in the Garden of the G.o.ds in Colorado Springs when we went there last summer, only these spires were lots bigger and, instead of blue sky, there was just blackness and hard, sharp stars overhead. Spooky.

Another ranger bad come with us, with a camera. Mr. Perrin tried to say something else, but the runt had started yapping away and I had to switch off his radio before anybody could hear anything. I kept it switched off until Mr. Perrin finished talking.

He wanted us to line up for a picture with the spires and the black sky behind us for a background. "Push your faces forward in your helmets so that your features will show. Everybody look pretty. There!" he added as the other guy snapped the shot. "Prints will be ready when you return, at ten dollars a copy."

I thought it over. I certainly needed one for my room at school and I wanted one to give to - anyhow, I needed another one. I had eighteen bucks left from my birthday money; I could sweet-talk Mother for the balance. So I ordered two of them.

We climbed a long rise and suddenly we were staring out across the crater, the disaster crater, all that was left of the first laboratory. It stretched away from us, twenty miles across, with the floor covered with shiny, bubbly green gla.s.s instead of pumice. There was a monument. I read it:

HERE ABOUT YOU ARE THE MORTAL REMAINS OF.

Kurt Schaeffer

Maurice Feinstein

Thomas Dooley

Hazel Hayakawa

Cl. Washington Slappey

Sam Houston Adams

WHO DIED FOR THE TRUTH THAT MAKES MEN FREE.

On the Eleventh Day of August 1984

I felt sort of funny and backed away and went to listen to Mr. Perrin. Dad and some of the other men were asking him questions. "They don"t know exactly," he was saying. "Nothing was left. Now we telemeter all the data back to Luna City, as it comes off the instruments, but that was before the line-of-sight relays were set up."

"What would have happened," some man asked, "if this blast had gone off on Earth?"

"I"d hate to try to tell you-but that"s why they put the lab here, back of the Moon." He glanced at his watch. "Time to leave, everybody." They were milling around, heading back down toward the path, when Mother screamed.

"Baby! Where"s Baby Darling?"

I was startled but I wasn"t scared, not yet. The runt is always running around, first here and then there, but he doesn"t go far away, because he always wants to have somebody to yap to.

My father had one arm around Mother; he signaled to me with the other. "d.i.c.k," he snapped, his voice sharp in my earphones, "what have you done with your brother?"

"Me?" I said. "Don"t look at me-the last I saw Mother had him by the hand, walking up the hill here."

"Don"t stall around, d.i.c.k. Mother sat down to rest when we got here and sent him to you."

"Well, if she did, he never showed up." At that, Mother started to scream in earnest. Everybody had been listening, of course-they had to; there was just the one radio circuit. Mr. Perrin stepped up and switched off Mother"s talkie, making a sudden silence.

"Take care of your wife, Mr. Logan," he ordered, then added, "When did you see your child last?"

Dad couldn"t help him any; when they tried switching Mother back into the hook-up, they switched her right off again. She couldn"t help and she deafened us. Mr. Perrin addressed the rest of us. "Has anyone seen the small child we had with us? Don"t answer unless you have something to contribute. Did anyone see him wander away?"

n.o.body had. I figured he probably ducked out when everybody was looking at the crater and had their backs to him. I told Mr. Perrin so. "Seems likely," he agreed. "Attention, everybody! I"m going to search for the child. Stay right where you are. Don"t move away from this spot. I won"t be gone more than ten minutes."

"Why don"t we all go?" somebody wanted to know.

"Because," said Mr. Perrin, "right now I"ve - only got one lost. I don"t want to make it a dozen." Then he left, taking big easy lopes that covered fifty feet at a step.

Dad started to take out after him, then thought better of it, for Mother suddenly keeled over, collapsing at the knees and floating gently to the ground. Everybody started talking at once. Some idiot wanted to take her helmet off, but Dad isn"t crazy. I switched off my radio so I could hear myself think and started looking around, not leaving the crowd but standing up on the lip of the crater and trying to see as much as I could.

I was looking back the way we had come; there was no sense in looking at the crater-if he had been in there he would have shown up like a fly on a plate.

Outside the crater was different; you could have hidden a regiment within a block of us, rocks standing up every which way, boulders big as houses with blow holes all through them, spires, gulleys-it was a mess. I could see Mr. Perrin every now and then, casting around like a dog after a rabbit, and making plenty of time. He was practically flying. When he came to a big boulder he would jump right over it, leveling off face down at the top of his jump, so he could see better.

Then he was heading back toward us and I switched my radio back on. There was still a lot of talk. Somebody was saying, "We"ve got to find him before sundown," and somebody else answered, "Don"t be silly; the sun won"t be down for a week. It"s his air supply, I tell you. These suits are only good for four hours." The first voice said, "Oh!" then added softly, "like a fish out of water-" It was then I got scared.

A woman"s voice, sounding kind of choked, said, "The poor, poor darling! We"ve got to find him before he suffocates," and my father"s voice cut in sharply, "Shut up talking that way!" I could hear somebody sobbing. It might have been Mother.

Mr. Perrin was almost up to us and he cut in, "Silence everybody! I"ve got to call the base," and he added urgently, "Perrin, calling airlock control; Perrin, calling airlock control!"

A woman"s voice answered, "Come in, Perrin." He told her what was wrong and added, "Send out Smythe to take this party back in. I"m staying. I want every ranger who"s around and get me volunteers from among any of the experienced Moon hands. Send out a radio direction-finder by the first ones to leave."

We didn"t wait long, for they came swarming toward us like gra.s.shoppers. They must have been running forty or fifty miles an hour. It would have been something to see, if I hadn"t been so sick at my stomach.

Dad put up an argument about going back, but Mr. Perrin shut him up. "If you hadn"t been so confounded set on having your own way, we wouldn"t be in a mess. If you had kept track of your kid, he wouldn"t be lost. I"ve got kids of my own; I don"t let "em go out on the face of the Moon when they"re too young to take care of themselves. You go on back - I can"t be burdened by taking care of you, too."

I think Dad might even have gotten in a fight with him if Mother hadn"t gotten faint again. We went on back with the party.

The next couple of hours were pretty awful. They let us sit just outside the control room where we could hear Mr. Perrin directing the search, over the loudspeaker. I thought at first that they would snag the runt as soon as they started using the radio direction-finder-pick up his power hum, maybe, even if he didn"t say anything-but no such luck; they didn"t get anything with it. And the searchers didn"t find anything either.

A thing that made it worse was that Mother and Dad didn"t even try to blame me. Mother was crying quietly and Dad was consoling her, when he looked over at me with an odd expression. I guess he didn"t really see me at all, but I thought he was thinking that if I hadn"t insisted on going out on the surface this wouldn"t have happened. I said, "Don"t go looking at me, Dad. n.o.body told me to keep an eye on him. I thought he was with Mother."

Dad just shook his head without answering. He was looking tired and sort of shrunk up. But Mother, instead of laying in to me and yelling, stopped her crying and managed to smile. "Come here, d.i.c.kie," she said, and put her other arm around me. "n.o.body blames you, d.i.c.kie. Whatever happens, you weren"t at fault. Remember that, d.i.c.kie."

So I let her kiss me and then sat with them for a while, but I felt worse than before. I kept thinking about the runt, somewhere out there, and his oxygen running out. Maybe it wasn"t my fault, but I could have prevented it and I knew it. I shouldn"t have depended on Mother to look out for him; she"s no good at that sort of thing. She"s the kind of person that would mislay her head if it wasn"t knotted on tight - the ornamental sort. Mother"s good, you understand, but she"s not practical. She would take it pretty hard if the runt didn"t come back. And so would Dad-and so would I. The runt is an awful nuisance, but it was going to seem strange not to have him around underfoot. I got to thinking about that remark, "Like a fish out of water." I accidentally busted an aquarium once; I remember yet how they looked. Not pretty. If the runt was going to die like that - I shut myself up and decided I just had to figure out some way to help find him.

After a while I had myself convinced that I could find him if they would just let me help look. But they wouldn"t of course.

Dr. Evans the Director showed up again-he"d met us when we first came in - and asked if there was anything he could do for us and how was Mrs. Logan feeling? "You know I wouldn"t have had this happen for the world," he added. "We"re doing all we can. I"m having some ore-detectors shot over from Luna City. We might be able to spot the child by the metal in his suit."

Mother asked how about bloodhounds and Dr. Evans didn"t even laugh at her. Dad suggested helicopters, then corrected himself and made it rockets. Dr. Evans pointed out that it was impossible to examine the ground closely from a rocket.

I got him aside presently and braced him to let me join the hunt. He was polite but unimpressed, so I insisted. "What makes you think you can find him?", he asked me. "We"ve got the most experienced Moon men available out there now. I"m afraid, son, that you would get yourself lost or hurt if you tried to keep up with them. In this country, if you once lose sight of landmarks, you can get hopelessly lost."

"But look, Doctor," I told him, "I know the runt-I mean my kid brother, better than anyone else in the world. I won"t get lost-I mean I will get lost but just the way he did. You can send somebody to follow me."

He thought about it. "It"s worth trying," he said suddenly. "I"ll go with you. Let"s suit up."

We made a fast trip out, taking thirty-foot strides-the best I could manage even with Dr. Evans hanging on to my belt to keep me from stumbling. Mr. Perrin was expecting us. He seemed dubious about my scheme. "Maybe the old "lost mule" dodge will work," he admitted, "but I"ll keep the regular search going just the same. Here, Shorty, take this flashlight. You"ll need it in the shadows."

I stood on the edge of the crater and tried to imagine I was the runt, feeling bored and maybe a little bit griped at the lack of attention. What would I do next?

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