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My upflung voice mingled with Snap's agony of protest. Then Miko heard me. His head and shoulders showed up there at the radio room oval. "You Haljan?" Prince shouted, "I have made him yield. He will obey you if you stop that torture." I think that poor Snap must have fainted. He was silent. I called, "Stop! I will do what you command." Miko jeered, "That is good.
We don't want him killed, not attacked, even. Not yet. We'll explain later." They sat me down, calming me.... Anita dead. The door of the shining garden was closed. A brief glimpse given to me and to her of what might have been. And now she was dead.... I had not been able at first to understand why Captain Carter wanted Miko left at liberty.
An abnormality upon the frowning ragged cliffs of Tycho? We thought so. But then it seemed not. Another hour. No signal came from Earth. If Snap's calls were getting through we had no evidence of it. Abruptly Miko strode at me from across the room. I went cold and tense; Moa shifted, alert to my every movement. But Miko was not interested in me.
A long range projector from the ship would kill Miko and his men as they came forward to join it! And then we would falsely direct the brigands, lead them away from Grantline and the treasure. "Gregg, we must try it." Heaven help me, I yielded to her persuasion! We turned at right angles and ran toward where the distant frowning walls of Archimedes loomed against the starlit sky.
Then Miko: "I will not hurt him. Craven coward! Look at him! Hating me frightened!" I could fancy George Prince sitting there with murder in his heart, and Miko taunting him: "Hates me now, because I shot his sister!" Moa: "Hush!" "I will not! Why should I not say it? I will tell you something else, George Prince. It was not Anita I shot at, but you! I meant nothing for her but love.
We shoved ourselves into the turret. What was this? No bodies here! The giant Miko was gone! The pool of blood lay congealed into a frozen dark splotch on the metal grid. And Moa was gone! They had not been dead. Had dragged themselves out of here, fighting desperately for life. We would find them somewhere around here. But we did not. Nor Coniston.
Was it Haljan standing up there on the summit? Who was it climbing the stairs? And was the third figure Miko? Grantline's mind framed the questions. But his attention was torn from them, and torn even from the swift silent drama outside. The corridor was ringing with shouts. "We're imprisoned! Can't get out! Was Haljan killed? The brigands are outside!"
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.
Panic among the crew was spreading over the ship. A chaos below deck. I pulled at the emergency switch again. Dead.... "Snap, we must get down. The signals." Coniston's voice came like a scream from the grid. "Hahn is dead. The controls are broken!" I shouted, "Miko, hold Anita! Come on, Snap!" We clung to the ladders. Snap was behind me. "Careful, Gregg! Good God!" This dizzying whirl.
An incautious tongue running under emotion is a dangerous thing. And I was sure of nothing. He went on, "Almost my friend. Because we both loved her, and she loved us both." He was hardly more than whispering. "And there is aboard one whom we both hate." "Miko!" It burst from me. "Yes. But do not say it." Another silence fell between us. He brushed back the black curls from his forehead.
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