BY ALBERT de PINA AND HENRY HASSEOn the barren wastes of Europa, two marooned
men fought, battling over an animal whose life
one had saved. There was no fear in the animal's
eyes—only the gleam of a weird unearthly knowledge
that foretold the way the fight would end.
"Hugh! Hugh! There's life here ... look ... look at this! Found it in a cavern!" The shrill voice was exultant and gleeful.
Hugh Betancourt quickly rose from the fire he tended, and turned startled eyes on the furry bundle Jim Brannigan grasped firmly by the scruff of its neck. At first, nothing was visible but the liquid sheen of the thing's silvery fur; but as Jim roughly thrust it out, Hugh gave an involuntary gasp of surprise. The creature's small, triangular face was nothing less than beautiful! Its eyes were soft a
