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Updated: June 7, 2025
"An expert eavesdropper, Prince, I will say that for you.... Come, Dean, try something else. By God, if Grantline does not signal us, I will be likely to blame you my patience is shortening. Shall we go closer, Haljan?" "I don't think it would help," I said. He nodded. "Perhaps not. Are we checked?" "Yes." We were poised very nearly motionless. "If you wish an advance, I can ring it.
A flight, ordinarily, of some ten days. There were five tables in the dining salon, each with eight seats. Snap and I had one of the tables. We sat at the ends, with the passengers on each of the sides. Snap was in his seat when I arrived. He eyed me down the length of the table. In a gay mood, he introduced me to the three men already seated: "This is our third officer, Gregg Haljan.
A glance passed between Miko and his sister. Miko said abruptly, "You seem to realize it is not my purpose to kill you. And you presume upon it." "I shall not again." I eyed Moa. She was gazing at me steadily. She said, "Leave me with him, Miko...." She smiled. "Gregg Haljan, we are no more than twenty thousand miles from the asteroid now. The calculations for retarding are now in operation."
"You shall pilot us when we advance upon the Grantline camp. I am control-commander here Brotow, my name." He smiled. A giant fellow, but spindly. He spoke good English. He seemed anxious to be friendly. "We are glad to have you and George Prince's sister with us." He shot Anita an admiring glance. "I will show you our controls, Haljan." "All right," I said. "Whatever I can do to help...."
Coniston had remained below with the crew answering my signals. Hahn stood now with Miko, gazing down through a deck window. Anita was alone at another. "Lift, Haljan!" I lifted up gently, bow first, with a repulsion of the bow plates. And started the central electronic engine. Its thrust from the stern moved us diagonally over the purple forest trees. The glade slid downward and away.
The goggled face of the helmet peered into mine. "So it is you, Haljan! I thought I recognized that little device over your helmet bracket. And here is my little Anita, come back to me again!" Miko! This was he. His great bloated arms encircling me, bending me backward, holding me helpless. I saw over his shoulder that Anita was clutched in the grip of another helmeted figure.
But I hardly deceived her. "Sacred to her memory! Her ratlike little face, soft voice like a purring, sniveling cat! Is that what you're remembering, Gregg Haljan?" I tried to laugh. "What nonsense!" "Is it? Then why are you cold under my touch? Am I, a girl descended from the Martian flame-workers, impotent to awaken a man?" A woman scorned!
"Careful! Fool, you promised not to harm him!" A confusion of swift action. Rankin had turned and darted away. I saw George Prince stumbling half in front of the struggling Miko and Moa. And I heard footsteps beside me. A hand gripped me, jerked at me. Over the turmoil, Prince's voice sounded: "Gregg Haljan!"
Then Coniston came to take my place in the turret, and I went with Miko to the radio room. "You are skillful, Haljan." A measure of grim approval was in his voice. "You evidently have no wish to try and fool me in this navigation." I had not, indeed.
No giant, but tall for an Earth man almost as tall as myself. Then the tube light in the room illumined the visor. I saw the face, recognized it. Moa! I gasped, "So I've got you Miko " "Got me! You're a fool to the last, Haljan! A fool to the last! But you were always a fool." I could scarcely move in his grip. My arms were pinned.
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