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But they were on their way, and Chet's customary genial expression gave place to one of more grim determination as he watched the white-flecked ocean drift slowly past below. Once a patrol ship spoke to them.
Quick! Quick!" There was agony in the voice now, and the figure wrenched itself from Chet's arms to point one slender hand upward in frantic urging, while yet the head turned that the eyes might look backward as if some danger threatened from below. "I've got a ship," Chet assured her. "God knows who you are or how you got here, but it's all right now. We'll leave."
Chet was still holding the body of O'Malley. Only his choked breathing showed that he still lived, but now he stirred and struggled in Chet's grasp, while he struck out blindly and hoarse sounds came from his throat. Chet clapped one hand over the pilot's mouth. "For the love of heaven, Spud," he said fiercely, "be still! Don't speak don't say a word! It's Chet Chet Bullard!
"Frithjof Haldgren!" he shouted, and extended a hand toward the gentle giant whose face was aflame as he came to Chet's side. "Frithjof Haldgren, I present you to the world. Only one can be the first; and yours is the honor and glory. This medal is yours alone; I place it where it belongs!"
Bullard's enviable humiliation," he observed with venomous courtesy; and added: "Whatever similar honors were in store for Mrs. Harkness and myself are respectfully declined. We, too, are of the opinion that Pilot Haldgren deserves them instead of us." For an instant Chet's flashing smile drew his face into friendly lines. "Thanks!" he said.
A voice, startling in its sudden loudness, filled the little room. "Calling three seven G four two! Stand by for orders! Patrol O sixteen L sending; acknowledge, please!" Chet's eyes were staring into those of O'Malley. "That's Jimmy Maddux back on our trail," he said. "Now, what has got them suspicious?" He glanced once at the collision instrument.
"It come to the last you know how it ends 'To kiss the cross, sweetheart, to kiss the cross! There was a rich and silent moment and I says, 'If that Chet Timmins hasn't shown himself to be a regular male teep by this time And here come Chet's voice, choking as usual, 'Yes, paw switched to Durhams and Herefords over ten years ago you see Holsteins was too light; they don't carry the meat Honest!
"I get mileage out of my machine; I don't drive around town and then spend two days shoveling out carbon." "Peculiar radiator you've got," says Chet, changing the subject. "Oh, I see; it's a road sprinkler. What do you get from the city for laying the dust?" "I can stop that leak in two minutes with a handful of corn meal," says Pelty, busily surveying Chet's machine.
Then she added: "But it's hopeless; you know that. They've got us. And now that some of them have been killed they will they will " And the trace of Chet's strained smile that lingered on his lips, could she have seen it, would have appeared grim. "Whatever it was you didn't say, I agree with. I imagine the finish will not be pleasant."
A dead world, this! its utter desolation struck Chet's half-uttered exclamation to a hoarse whisper of dismay. In all the universe what less likely place might one discover wherein to look for man?
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