For within the ring, close to the clustering globes, was
a miniature replica of the giant track in the poppied valley!

It stood out from the dust with the same hint of crushing
force, the same die cut sharpness, the same METALLIC suggestion
--and pointing toward the globes were the claw marks
of the four spreading star points.

I reached down and picked up one of the pyramids. It
seemed to cling to the rock; it was with effort that I
wrenched it away. It gave to the touch a slight sensation
of warmth--how can I describe it?--a warmth that was
living.

I weighed it in my hand. It was oddly heavy, twice
the weight, I should say, of platinum. I drew out a glass
and examined it. Decidedly the pyramid was metallic, but
of finest, almost silken texture--and I could not place it
among any of the known metals. It certainly was none
I had ever seen; yet it was as certainly metal. It was
striated--slender filaments radiating from tiny, dully lustrous
points within the polished surface.

And suddenly I had the weird feeling that each of these
points was an eye, peering up at me, scrutinizing me.
There came a startled cry from Dick.

"Look at the ring!"

The ring was in motion!