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A Gregory party is very near to their home port at last. Captain Bradford is standing in the bow of the small boat with which Johnson rescued them, talking to Johnson as they thread their way carefully through the small shipping of the alphur basin.

In the stern, Mrs. Gregory, Joan, and Jerry are talking as the boat glides into the harbor under sail. It is just before midnight of a very dark night. The harbor is unusually quiet, as the small boat drifts easily before a five-mile wind.

Oh, but Joan, I don't see how anything can happen to us now. We're nearly home. We are some few miles from our anchorage, and then it drives by motor of more than 20 miles a day. That's right, Joan, but surely the dangers pass now.

I am not so sure of that. Oh, forget it, Joan. You act like these Euclidians could do just as they please all over the world. We got away from them, didn't we? We did. Then all their smart science and adventures didn't do them so much good after all.

You seem to forget that it was in a Euclidean submarine we made our escape, and our present safety is due to the perfection of Euclidean devices, which made it possible to leave that submarine far below the surface and rise to this boat.

Of course you're right John. Euclideans are very clever, but after all, they can't always win. You bet they can't, and two hours from now we'll be safe at Mrs Gregory's home. I am anxious to see your home, Mother.

You're a home, John Deere. Yeah, and I kind of like to see my dad. Gee, you know, we've been going three months now, and I haven't had a chance to eat and send him a postcard.