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And I could not understand it. My accursed, witless incapacity! If only I had taken warning! "Here," commanded Miko. "A score of 'graphs with the zed-ray. I tell you I will comb this surface if we have to stay here until our ship comes from Ferrok-Shahn to join us!" The Martian brigands were coming. Miko's signals had been answered.
He added persuasively: "We want you to navigate us. Will you?" "No." "Will you help us, Captain Carter? Tell your cub, this Haljan, to yield." Carter roared, "Get back from there. There is no truce!" I shoved aside his leveled projector. "Wait a minute, Miko. Navigate where?" "That is our business. When you come out here, I will give you the course."
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."
At every level the plates showed us nothing save the scarred and pitted Moon surface. We worked for an hour. There was nothing. Bleak cold night on the Moon here beneath us. A touch of fading sunlight upon the Apennines. Up near the South Pole, Tycho with its radiating open rills stood like a grim dark maw. Miko bent over a plate. "Something here? Is there?"
Rather a handsome face; not gray, like the burly Miko, but pink and white; stern lipped, but feminine, too. She was smiling gravely now. Her blue eyes regarded me keenly. She said gently: "A sad occurrence, Gregg Haljan. And mysterious. I would not question you " "Is that all you have to say?" I demanded. "No. You are a handsome man, Gregg attractive to women to any Martian woman."
To Miko and Moa it was the somber, taciturn George Prince, shrouded always in his black mourning cloak, disinclined to talk; sitting alone, brooding and sullen. This is how they thought of Anita. Miko repeated: "By the infernal, if you try to fool me, Snap Dean!" The small metal room, with its grid floor and low arched ceiling, glared with moonlight through its window.
It had all come so suddenly that I was stunned. But I did not wait to read the signals. I swung back at Anita, who stared helplessly at me. "It's Miko! And they are answering him! Get your helmet: I'll try firing the projector." Or would I instead try and send a brief flash signal to Earth? There would be no time to do both: we must escape out of here.
She retraces her steps to the hamlet, and shut up in her wigwam with Rosa, awaits, in alarm and deep dejection, her father's return from the chase. Twenty-four hours had elapsed, during the whole of which time Canondah had not left her hut, nor had any of the squaws been to visit her. At last, towards morning, the voices of men were heard upon the shore. It was the Miko and his hunters.
"Moa, did it ever occur to you, if once you and Miko trusted me which you don't I might show more interest in joining you?" The look on her face emboldened me. "Did you ever think of that, Moa? And some arrangement for my share of this treasure? I am not like Johnson, to be hired for a hundred pounds of gold leaf." "Gregg, I will see that you get your share. Riches for you and me."
"Her tongue is very nimble." The abashed maiden cast her eyes to the ground. Her words, however, had visibly made a deep impression upon the Miko, and he remained for a while sunk in reflection. Tokeah was a savage by birth, habit, and education; but he was neither bloodthirsty nor cruel.
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