We stayed on a path, keeping close together for company, except twice when I had to take out after the runt when he found out he could jump twenty feet. I wanted to smack him, but did you ever try to smack anybody wearing a spacesuit? It's no use.

Mr. Perrin told us to halt presently and started his talk. «You are now in the Devil's Graveyard. The twin spires behind you are five thousand feet above the floor of the plain and have never been scaled. The spires, or monuments, have been named for apocryphal or mythological characters because of the fancied resemblance of this fantastic scene to a giant cemetery. Beelzebub, Thor, Siva, Cain, Set – « He pointed around us. «Lunologists are not agreed as to the origin of the strange shapes. Some claim to see indications of the action of air and water as well as volcanic action. If so, these spires must have been standing for an unthinkably long period, for today, as you see, the Moon – « It was the same sort of stuff you can read any month in Spaceways Magazine, only we were seeing it and that makes a difference, let me tell you.

The spires reminded me a bit of the rocks below the lodge in the Garden of the Gods 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 had 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 glass 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

G. 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 signalled to me with the other. «Dick,» 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, Dick. 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?»

Nobody 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 grasshoppers. 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.»