An hour later they saw it. A quarter mile lane burned through the trees
and shrubs, running straight as a string from the horizon to the river,
and continuing on the other side. They beached the raft, in case the
necessity arose to cross back, and trudged until they came to the first
mile marker. They were on the right side. The arrow pointed in the
direction they were going, and the enamelled sign said, simply,
JAPETUS D.D. No. 1
12 m.
19 km.
After a pause, Madsen spoke. "We made it, thanks to what you knew about
Japetus. All those little things that added up."
"Oh those," said Morley. "Just," he hesitated. "Just--odds and ends."