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Of the samples which the skin-test said were non-poisonous, one was acrid and astringent, and two others had no taste except that of greenness practically the taste of any leaf one might chew. "I suppose," said Cochrane wryly, as they headed back toward the ash-clearing at nightfall, "we've got to find out if the animals can be eaten." Babs nodded matter-of-factly. "Yes.
'Oh, I must see her I must see her! cries she, a-shakin' wuss'n ever, so that I was afeard she'd fall off 'er 'oss an' 'im that gentle! 'Can I 'elp you ma'm? says I. 'No! says she, moanin' an' breathless-like. 'Oh, no, George nobody can, O God, 'elp me, God 'elp me! An' then, sir, down comes Miss Lovel an' runs to 'er. 'Why, Babs! says she, anxious-like.
"If Mike isn't about the clearing you can rest assured that he has Babs with him, and she is as safe as she would be in bed," said Mr. Starr, going out of the office to inquire about Mike at the cook's quarters. As Mike had not been seen about for an hour, there was no doubt that Babs and he were out together.
During this interval, Lavinia sat spell-bound with fear, but Babs was too busy poking twigs in the embers to notice her sister's white face. As Mike drew the two boys over the ice, Lavinia heaved a mighty sigh and started to cry softly. "Him big hole! Mike know river oop and down.
"Babs takes after her great-grandmother," observed Amias cheerfully from the background; "it is the law of heredity, you see. Her name was also Barbara Barbara Allen, and she was remarkable for her brown skin, her gipsy beauty, and her incorrigible self-will.
Jones rode back to Lunar City with Cochrane and Holden and Babs. His face was dead-pan. Babs tried to recover the mien and manner of the perfect secretary. "Mr. Cochrane," she said professionally, "will you want to read the publicity releases Mr. Bell turns out from what Mr. West and Mr. Jamison tell him?" "I don't think it matters," said Cochrane.
We jammed the pit; but as we stood there, the walls were receding and lifting. I had remarked Glora's downward glance, and shuddered. Suppose, in some slightly smaller size, Babs had been among these rocks! The pit widened steadily. The movement was far swifter now. We stood presently in a great circular valley.
He went off to drag charred masses of burnable stuff from the burned-out first forest fire. He built a sort of rampart in the very center of the clearing. He brought great heaps of scorched wood. He did not know how much was needed to keep the fire going until dawn. When he finished, Babs was silently at work trying to find out how to keep the fire going. The burning parts had to be kept together.
And suddenly Cochrane saw Babs staring upward through the dark, almost-opaque glass that a space-suit-helmet needs in the moon's daytime if its occupant isn't to be fried by sunlight. Cochrane automatically glanced up too. He saw Earth. It hung almost in mid-sky. It was huge. It was gigantic. It was colossal.
The arc of light became an arch and then a crescent, and swelled even as he looked. Dawn flowed below the space platform, and it seemed that seas and continents and clouds and beauty poured over the disk of darkness before him. He stood here, staring, until the steel shutters slowly closed. Babs said in regret: "You have to keep your hand on the button to keep the shutters open.
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