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If we could have captured Miko and his band, our danger would have been less imminent. With the treasure insulated, and our camp in darkness, the arriving brigand ship might never find us. But Miko knew our location; he would signal his oncoming ship when it was close and lead it to us. During those three days and the days which followed them Grantline sent out searching parties.
Earthlight fell on the horrible face. Puffed flesh, bloated red from the blood which had oozed from its pores in the thinning air. I looked away. We prowled further. Hahn lay dead in the pump room. The body of Coniston should have been near here. We did not see it. We climbed up to the slanting, littered deck. The air up here had all almost hissed away. Again Grantline touched me.
The unlighted Grantline buildings showed vaguely in the Earthlight. I said, "We'll go down. I'll leave you there. You can wait at the port. They'll repair it soon." "And what will you do, Gregg?" I did not intend to tell her. "Hurry, Anita!" "Gregg, let me go with you." She jerked away from me and bounded back up the stairs. I caught her on the summit. "Anita!" "I'm going with you."
Or had the skulking Martian outside broken this lock as he had broken the other? The questions surged on Grantline. His men crowded around him. The news spread. The camp was a prison! No one could get out! And outside, the skulking Martian had disappeared. But Wilks and Haljan were still fighting. Grantline could see the two figures up on the observatory platform.
Grantline clicked the receiver. The room fell into silence. Any call was unusual nothing ever happened here in the camp. The duty man's voice sounded over the room. "Signals coming! Not clear. Will you come over, Commander?" Signals! It was never Grantline's way to enforce needless discipline. He offered no objection when every man in the camp rushed through the connecting passages.
He grinned sardonically at Anita. "If our treasure is here on this hemisphere, Prince, we should pick up its rays. Don't you think so? Or is Grantline too cautious to leave it exposed?" Anita spoke in a careful, throaty drawl. "The rays came through enough when we passed here on the way out." "You should know," grinned Miko.
Just now I was concerned with Miko and his little band, who at any moment might arrive in sight. If we could persuade this duty man to turn the projector on them! He answered me in ready English: "You are the man Gregg Haljan? And this is the sister of George Prince what do you want up here?" "I am a navigator. Brotow wants me to pilot the ship when we advance to attack Grantline."
But they only waved at us, skimming down the length of the corridor, seeming to avoid a smash a dozen times by the smallest margin of chance, stopping miraculously at the further end, hanging poised in mid-air, wheeling, coming back, undulating up and down. Grantline clung to me. "By the gods of the airways!" In spite of my astonished horror, I could not but share Grantline's admiration.
Anita and I found ourselves exhausted from lack of sleep, our arduous climb of Archimedes and that tense time on the brigand ship. On the flight back, Snap had explained how the landing of the ship on Archimedes was observed through the Grantline telescope. They had read with amazement my signals to the brigands. Snap had rushed to completion the first of our flying platforms.
Nine P.M. of Earth Eastern American time, recorded now upon his Earth chronometer. In the living room of the main building Johnny Grantline sat with a dozen of his men dispersed about the room, whiling away as best they could the lonesome hours. "All as usual. This cursed Moon! When I get home if I ever do " "Say your say, Wilks.
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