THEY came out of the Martian night, six pitiful little creatures looking for a seventh. They stopped at the edge of the campfire's lighted circle and stood there, staring with their owlish eyes at the three Earthmen. The Earthmen froze at whatever they were doing. "Quiet," said Wampus Smith, talking out of the corner of his bearded lips. "They'll come in if we don't make a move." From far away