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Updated: June 11, 2025
They crowded the instrument room where the tense duty man sat bending over his radio receivers. The mirrors were swaying. The duty man looked up and met Grantline's gaze. "I ran it up to the highest intensity, Commander. We ought to get it " "Low scale, Peter?" "Yes. Weakest infra-red. I'm bringing it up, even though it uses too much of our power." "Get it," said Grantline shortly.
Put it all together, lads. Little sparks show the hidden current. "More than that: George Prince knows that we have arranged to have the Planetara stop at the Moon and bring back Grantline's ore.... This is your last voyage this year. You'll hear from Grantline this time, we're convinced. He'll probably give you the signal as you pass the Moon on your way out.
But Coniston could impersonate Wilks, whereas Miko's giant stature at once would reveal his identity. Miko had been engaged in smashing the ports. He had looked up and seen me kill Coniston. He had come to assail me. And then he had read Grantline's message to me. It was his first knowledge that his ship was at hand. With the camp exits inoperative, Grantline and his men were imprisoned.
"Try it again," Snap urged. "Good God, Johnny, we've got to raise some Earth station! Chance it! Use the power run it up full. Chance it!" We were gathered in Grantline's instrument room. The duty man, with blanched grim face, sat at his senders. The Grantline crew shoved close around us.
And Grantline's searchbeam was going full power, clinging to the ship to dazzle them. Snap circled them. As we came back I dropped another bomb. Its silent puff seemed littered with flying fragments of the two projectors and the bodies of the men. We swiftly flew back to our base. It decided Grantline. For an hour past Snap and I had been urging our plan to use the gravity platforms.
With Miko dead, a distress signal to Earth, and Potan in ignorance of Grantline's location, the treasure would be safe until help arrived from Earth. "By the infernal, little Anita, you look like a dove, but you're a tigress! A comrade after my own heart bloodthirsty as a fire-worshipper!" Her laugh rang out to mingle with his. "Oh no, Set Potan! I am treasure-thirsty." "We'll get the treasure.
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