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Why, an outlaw ship could be launched from Ferrok-Shahn that would beat us back to the Moon and Grantline is entirely without warning of any danger!" It seemed obvious. Unscrupulous criminals in Ferrok-Shahn would be dangerous indeed, once these details of Grantline were given them.
"But we'll have many more," I said. "Ten days " "You think we'll reach Ferrok-Shahn on schedule?" "Yes. I think so.... As I was saying, Miss Prince, you'll enjoy Mars. A strange, aggressively forward-looking people." An oppression seemed on her. She stirred in her chair. "Yes they are," she said vaguely. "My brother and I know many Martians in Greater New York." She checked herself abruptly.
I told him what Snap and I had learned: the rays from the Moon, proving that Grantline had concentrated a considerable ore body. I also told him of Grantline's message. "We'll stop on the way back, as he directs, Gregg." He bent closer to me. "At Ferrok-Shahn I'm going to bring back a cordon of Interplanetary Police. The secret will be out, of course, when we stop at the Moon.
That Ob Hahn, at your table " "Snaky looking fellow," I commented. "He and the Englishman are great on arguments. Did you have Princes' cabin searched?" My breath hung on his answer. "Yes. Nothing unusual among his things. We searched both his room and his sister's." I did not follow that up. Instead I told him about the burn on Miko's thick arm. He stared. "I wish we were at Ferrok-Shahn.
Keen eyes, but they were luminous now an emotion in them sweeping her. But outwardly she was calm. "Well, why don't you tell me?" I said. "If I am to help...." "Gregg, I want you with us. Don't you understand. And we are not many, really. My brother and I are guiding this affair. With your help, I would feel differently." "The ship at Ferrok-Shahn " My fears were realized.
But we were not foolish enough to leave Greater New York on this voyage without our own apparatus. My brother and Coniston and Prince all of us snipped crates of freight consigned to Ferrok-Shahn; and Rankin had special baggage marked 'theatrical apparatus." I understood it now. These brigands had boarded the Planetara with their own Moon equipment, disguised as freight and personal baggage.
And the kitchens, stewards' compartments, and the living quarters of the crew. We carried a crew of sixteen, this voyage, exclusive of the navigating officers, the purser, Snap Dean, and Dr. Frank. The passengers coming aboard seemed a fair representation of what we usually had for the outward voyage to Ferrok-Shahn. Most were Earth people and returning Martians. Dr. Frank pointed out one.
But it would be eight days or more before in distant Ferrok-Shahn the nonarrival of the Planetara would cause any real comment. No one was searching for us no one was worried over us. No wonder the crafty Miko was willing to take his chances out here in the Lunar wilds! His ship, his reinforcements, his weapons were coming rapidly! And we were helpless. Almost unarmed. Marooned here on the Moon!
These brigands had not attempted to secure official sailing lights when leaving Ferrok-Shahn. It was unmistakably an outlaw ship. And here upon the deserted Moon there was no need for secrecy. Its lights were openly displayed, that Miko might see it and join it. It went slowly past us, only a few thousand feet higher than our level.
And I could not understand it. My accursed, witless incapacity! If only I had taken warning! "Here," commanded Miko. "A score of 'graphs with the zed-ray. I tell you I will comb this surface if we have to stay here until our ship comes from Ferrok-Shahn to join us!" The Martian brigands were coming. Miko's signals had been answered.
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