There was no navigation to be done.  The flitter’s “memory” should deposit them at the Queen.  Dane wondered at what his silent companion was now thinking.  The Medic had accepted his kidnapping with such docility that the very ease of their departure began to bother Dane.  Was the other expecting a trailer?  Had exploration into the Big Burn from the seaside villages been more extensive than reported officially?

He stepped up the power of the flitter to the top notch and saw with some relief that the ground beneath them was now the rocky waste bordering the devastated area.  The metal encased figure that shared his seat had not moved, but now the bubble head turned as if the Medic were intent upon the ground flowing beneath them.

The flicker of the counter began and Dane realized that nightfall would find them still air borne.  But so far he had not been aware of any pursuit.  Again he wished he had the use of a com—­only here the radiation would blanket sound with that continuous roar.

Patches of the radiation vegetation showed now and something in the lines of the Medic’s tense figure suggested that these were new to him.  Afternoon waned as the patches united, spread into the beginning of the jungle as the counter was once more an almost steady light.  When evening closed in they were not caught in darkness—­for below trees, looping vines, brush, had a pale, evil glow of their own, proclaiming their toxicity with bluish halos.  Sometimes pockets of these made a core of light which pulsed, sending warning fingers at the flitter which sped across it.

The hour was close on midnight before Dane sighted the other light, the pink-red of which winked through the ghastly blue-white with a natural and comforting promise, even though it had been meant for an entirely different purpose.  The Queen had earthed with her distress lights on and no one had remembered to snap them off.  Now they acted as a beacon to draw the flitter to its berth.

Dane brought the stripped flyer down on the fused ground as close to the spot from which he had taken off as he could remember.  Now—­if those on the spacer would only move fast enough—!

But he need not have worried, his arrival had been anticipated.  Above, the rounded side of the spacer bulged as the hatch opened.  Lines swung down to fasten their magnetic clamps on the flitter.  Then once more they were air borne, swinging up to be warped into the side of the ship.  As the outer port of the flitter berth closed Dane reached over and pulled loose the lashing which immobilized his companion.  The Medic stood up, a little awkwardly as might any man who wore space armor the first time.

The inner hatch now opened and Dane waved his captive into the small section which must serve them as a decontamination space.  Free at last of the suits, they went through one more improvised hatch to the main corridor of the Queen where Rip and Ali stood waiting, their weary faces lighting as they saw the Medic.