Over the loudspeaker came Thayer's voice. "We have successfully made
contact with a rescue ship. A space cruiser will reach us in
approximately eight hours."
Tanya scarcely heard him. She was still peering out, her eyes on the
faint lights of the _Star Lord_.
"Look!" she cried.
"Shut your eyes!" shouted Thayer. "Everybody turn your head!"
Far out in space where the _Star Lord_ had been was a brilliant red
glow, like many suns. It changed, suddenly, to a blinding light, so
bright that it was more blue than white, then vanished.
Man had not yet made himself Lord of the Stars.