I lost the last part; anyhow, it couldn't have been what it sounded
like.
* * * * *
Just over a month later came Palomar's reports of unaccountable lights
observed on the dark limb of Mars. Every science fiction reader in the
world, I suppose, had the same thought--of a wanderer's footprints
fresh in the ancient dust, his handprints on controls not shaped for
hands, the old wild light wakened. But only a few of us pictured
hornrims gleaming there in the Martian night....
I drove over to Milford and had a look through Ham Jibless' homemade
telescope. I couldn't see the lights, of course, but I could see that
damned infuriating planet, shining away ruddy there across 36,000,000
miles of space, with its eternal _Yah, yah, you can't catch me!_
* * * * *
Medusa meetings have been badly attended since then, I'm told; for some
reason, it gives the members the green heaves to look at each other.