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Updated: June 7, 2025
He had shouted up violently at his duty man here not to fire again. And now he let out a roar. "I can see them! It's Miko! By the Almighty his giant stature Brotow, look! That's not an Earth man!" He flung aside his telescope finder. "Disconnect that projector! It's Miko down there! This Haljan is a trickster! Where is he? Braile Braile, you accursed fool!
Herded here in this cabin, with brigands like pirates of old, guarding them. Waiting now to be marooned on an uninhabited asteroid roaming in space. A sense of responsibility swept me. I swung upon Miko. He stood with a nonchalant grace, lounging against the wall with a cylinder dangling in his hand. He anticipated me, and was the first to speak. "So, Haljan, she put some sense into your head?
He seemed to like us. He spread his huge legs as he lounged in his settle, and drank of the bowl which one of his men set before him. "Little tigress! Fear me not I play fair!" He pushed two of the bowls across the table. "Drink, Haljan. All is well with us and I am glad to know it. Miss Prince, drink my health as your leader." I waved it away from Anita.
"Yes," Rankin said. "And Dean. We need them, of course. But you cannot make Dean send messages if he refuses, nor make Haljan navigate." "I know enough to check on them," Miko said grimly. "They will not fool me. And they will obey me, have no fear. A little touch of sulphuric " His laugh was gruesome. "It makes the most stubborn, very willing." "I wish," said Moa, "we had Haljan safely hidden.
It sent me diagonally downward to the window, where I clung. And I saw Miko standing on the deck with a weapon leveled at me! "Haljan! Yield or I'll fire! Moa, give me the smaller one." He had in his hand too large a projector. Its ray would kill me. If he wanted to take me alive, he would not fire. I chanced it. "No!" I tried to draw myself beneath the window.
He stood there, with Rankin, Moa and George Prince crowding him. He saw me. "You, Gregg Haljan!" He came leaping at me. I was taken wholly by surprise. There was an instant when I stood numbed, fumbling for a weapon at my belt, undecided whether to run or stand my ground. Miko was no more than twenty feet from me. He checked his forward rush.
The relief sat here in his bloated suit, with his helmet on his knees. It was Wilks. "Nothing yet, Haljan. I'm going up to the peak of the crater to see if anything is in sight. I wish that damnable brigand ship would come and get it over with." Instinctively we all spoke in half whispers, the tenseness bearing in on us. The outside man was white and grim, but he grinned at Wilks.
The Captain called, "Oh you, Balch and Haljan " He came out on the deck as we rushed up. His left arm was dangling limp. "God this " He got no further. From the turret overhead a tiny search beam came down and disclosed us. Blackstone was supposed to be on duty up there, with a course master at the controls.
It seemed to me that he started, made as though to leap away, and then changed his mind. I sailed from the head of the staircase with a twenty foot leap and landed lightly beside him. I gripped his arm for audiphone contact. "Wilks!" Through my visor his face was visible. I saw him and he saw me. And I heard his voice: "You, Haljan. How nice!" It was not Wilks, but the brigand Coniston.
Gregg Haljan was aware that there was a certain danger in having the giant spaceship Planetara stop off at the moon to pick up Grantline's special cargo of moon ore. For that rare metal invaluable in keeping Earth's technology running was the target of many greedy eyes. But nevertheless he hadn't figured on the special twist the clever Martian brigands would use.
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