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The lookouts in the forward and stern towers were also armed; I could see them both gazing keenly down at the confusion of the blue lit deck. The incline went over the hull side and touched the ground. "Enough!" Miko roared. "The men first. Hahn, move the women back! Coniston, pile those caskets to the side. Get out of the way, Prince." Anita was down there.
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 was, or had been, on slightly higher ground than the bottom of our bowl. It was dim down here where we were lying, but I feared that any moment Miko might appear and strike at us. His ray at any short range would penetrate our visor panes, even though our suits might temporarily resist it. "Anita, it's too dangerous here!" Had I been alone, I might perhaps have leapt up to lure Miko.
They would wait for Miko and his men to make their whereabouts known. Miko's encampment was ahead of us now, undoubtedly. We had been following him toward the Mare Imbrium. Or at least, we hoped so. He would signal his ship. But Anita and I, closer to it, would also signal it; and, posing as brigands, would join it! "Remember, Gregg, I remain Anita Prince, George's sister."
But her extraordinary beauty seems to have attracted many spectators, and to have proved more than successful as an exhibition. Sanza's purse became well filled. Yet the dance of O-Kuni in the Shijo-Kawara was nothing more than the same dance which the miko of Kitzuki dance to-day, in their crimson hakama and snowy robes a graceful gliding walk.
"No need," Miko said unexpectedly. I could not see what had happened. A look, perhaps, which Prince could not avoid giving this man he had come to hate. Miko doubtless saw it, and the Martian's hot anger leaped. Rankin said hurriedly, "Stop that!" And Moa, "Let him alone, you fool! Sit down!" I could hear the sound of a scuffle. A blow a cry, half suppressed, from George Prince.
The Indian girl clasped her in her arms as if to shield her from harm, and the two maidens stood with drooping heads before the incensed Miko. The eyes of the chief had followed the rapid movement of his daughter, and he appeared astounded at the boldness with which she interposed between him and the intended sacrifice to his wrath.
I recall that I had the impression that Prince was frightened; he had half fallen in front of Miko. And there was Miko's voice: "Let go of me!" It was Balch gripping me. "Gregg! This way run! Get out of here! He'll kill you with that ray!" Miko's ray flashed, but George Prince had knocked his arm. I did not dare fire again. Prince was in the way. Balch, who was unarmed, shoved me violently back.
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.
There was a shudder within me as I sat in that turret, docilely guiding us out through the asteroid's atmosphere, heading us upon our course for the Moon. "Try again. By the infernal, Snap Dean, if you do anything to balk us, you die!" Miko scanned the apparatus with keen eyes. How much technical knowledge of signaling instruments did this brigand leader have?
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