CHAPTER II.
"Dead! All Dead!" He was sitting, face in hands, on the side of his berth as I entered.
He had taken off his coat.
"Throck," I cried.

"What was it?
What are you flying from, man?
Where is your wife--and Stanton ?" "Dead!" he replied monotonously.

"Dead! All dead!" Then as I recoiled from him--"All dead.

Edith, Stanton, Thora--dead--or worse.
And Edith in the Moon Pool--with them--drawn by what you saw on the moon path--that has put its brand upon me--and follows me!" He ripped open his shirt.
"Look at this," he said.

Around his chest, above his heart, the skin was white as pearl.