<h2>XIII</h2>
<p>"Haljan! Yield or I'll fire! Moa, give me the smaller one."</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>"No!" I tried to draw myself beneath the window. An automatic
projector was on the floor where Carter had dropped it. I pulled
myself down. Miko did not fire. I reached the weapon. The bodies of
the Captain and Johnson had drifted together on the floor in the
center of the room.</p>
<p>I hitched myself back to the window. With upraised weapon I gazed
cautiously out. Miko had disappeared. The deck within my line of
vision, was empty.</p>
<p>But was it? Something told me to beware. I clung to the casement,
ready upon the instant to shove myself down. There was a movement in a
shadow along the deck. Then a figure rose up.</p>
<p>"Don't fire, Haljan!"</p>
<p>The sharp command, half appeal, stopped the pressure of my finger. It
was the tall, lanky Englishman. Sir Arthur Coniston, he as called
himself. So he too, was one of Miko's band! The light through a dome
window fell full on him.</p>
<p>"If you fire, Haljan, and kill me—Miko will kill you then, surely."</p>
<p>From where he had been crouching he could not command my window. But
now, upon the heels of his placating words, he abruptly shot. The
low-powered ray, had it struck, would have felled me without killing
me. But it went over my head as I dropped. Its aura made my senses
reel.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_69" id="Page_69"></SPAN></span></p>
<p>Coniston shouted, "Haljan!"</p>
<p>I did not answer. I wonder if he would dare approach to see if I had
been hit. A minute passed. Then another. I thought I heard Miko's
voice on the deck outside. But it was an aerial, microscopic whisper
close beside me.</p>
<p>"We see you, Haljan. You must yield!"</p>
<p>Their eavesdropping vibrations, with audible projection, were upon me.
I retorted loudly, "Come and get me! You cannot take me alive!"</p>
<p>I do protest if this action of mine in the chart room may seem
bravado. I had no wish to die. There was within me a very healthy
desire for life. But I felt, by holding out, that some chance might
come wherewith I might turn events against these brigands. Yet reason
told me it was hopeless. Our loyal members of the crew were killed, no
doubt. Captain Carter and Balch were dead. The lookouts and course
masters, also. And Blackstone.</p>
<p>There remained only Dr. Frank and Snap. Their fate I did not yet know.
And there was George Prince. He, perhaps, would help me if he could.
But, at best, he was a dubious ally.</p>
<p>"You are very foolish, Haljan," murmured Miko's voice. And then I
heard Coniston:</p>
<p>"See here, why would not a hundred pounds of gold leaf tempt you? The
code words which were taken from Johnson—I mean to say, why not tell
us where they are?"</p>
<p>So that was one of the brigands' new difficulties! Snap had taken the
code word sheet that time we sealed the purser in the cage.</p>
<p>I said, "You'll never find them. And when a police ship sights us,
what will you do then?"</p>
<p>The chances of a police ship were slight indeed, but the brigands
evidently did not know that. I wondered again what had become of Snap.
Was he captured or still holding them off?</p>
<p>I was watching my windows; for at any moment, under the cover of talk,
I might be assailed.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_70" id="Page_70"></SPAN></span></p>
<p>Gravity came suddenly to the room. Miko's voice said: "We mean well by
you, Haljan. There is your normality. Join us. We need you to chart
our course."</p>
<p>"And a hundred pounds of gold leaf," urged Coniston. "Or more. Why,
this treasure—"</p>
<p>I could hear an oath from Miko. And then his ironic voice. "We will
not bother you, Haljan. There is no hurry. You will be hungry in good
time. And sleepy. Then we will come and get you. And a little acid
will help you to think differently about us...."</p>
<p>His vibrations died away. The pull of gravity in the room was normal.
I was alone in the dim silence, with the bodies of Carter and Johnson
huddled on the grid. I bent to examine them. Both were dead.</p>
<p>My isolation was not ruse this time. The outlaws made no further
attack. Half an hour passed. The deck outside, what I could see of it,
was vacant. Balch lay dead close outside the chart room door. The
bodies of Blackstone and the course master had been removed from the
turret window. As a forward lookout, one of Miko's men was on duty in
the nearby tower. Hahn was at the turret's controls. The ship was
under orderly handling, heading back upon a new course. For the Earth?
The Moon? It did not seem so.</p>
<p>I found, in the chart room, a Benson curve light projector which poor
Captain Carter had nearly assembled. I worked on it, trained it
through my rear window along the empty deck; bent it into the lounge
archway. Upon my grid the image of the lounge interior presently
focused. The passengers in the lounge were huddled in a group.
Disheveled, frightened, with Moa standing watching them. Stewards were
serving them with a meal.</p>
<p>Upon a bench, bodies were lying. Some were dead. I saw Rance Rankin.
Others were evidently only injured. Dr. Frank was moving among them,
attending them. Venza was there, unharmed. And I saw the gamblers,
Shac and Dud, sitting white-faced, whispering together. And Glutz's
little beribboned, becurled figure on a stool.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_71" id="Page_71"></SPAN></span></p>
<p>George Prince was there, standing against the wall, shrouded in his
mourning cloak, watching the scene with alert, roving eyes. And by the
opposite doorway, the huge towering figure of Miko stood on guard. But
Snap was missing.</p>
<p>A brief glimpse. Miko saw my Benson light. I could have equipped a
heat ray and fired along the curved Benson light into that lounge. But
Miko gave me no time.</p>
<p>He slid the lounge door closed, and Moa leaped to close the one on my
side. My grid showed only the blank deck and door.</p>
<p>Another interval. I had made plans. Futile plans! I could get into the
turret perhaps, and kill Hahn. I had the invisible cloak which Johnson
was wearing. I took it from his body. Its mechanism could be repaired.
Why, with it I could creep about the ship, kill these brigands one by
one, perhaps. George Prince would be with me. The brigands who had
been posing as the stewards and crew members were unable to navigate;
they would obey my orders. There were only Miko, Coniston and Hahn to
kill.</p>
<p>From my window I could gaze up to the radio room. And now, abruptly, I
heard Snap's voice: "No! I tell you—no!"</p>
<p>And Miko, "Very well, then. We'll try this."</p>
<p>So Snap was captured but not killed. Relief swept me. He was in the
radio room and Miko was with him. But my relief was short-lived. After
a brief interval, there came a moan from Snap. It floated down the
silence overhead and made me shudder.</p>
<p>My Benson beam shot into the radio room. It showed me Snap lying there
on the floor. He was bound with wire. His torso had been stripped. His
livid face was ghastly plain in my light.</p>
<p>Miko was bending over him. Miko with a heat cylinder no longer than a
finger. Its needle beam played upon Snap's naked chest. I could see
the gruesome little trail of smoke rising; and as Snap twisted and
jerked, there on his flesh was the red and blistered trail of the
violet ray.</p>
<p>"Now will you tell?"<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_72" id="Page_72"></SPAN></span></p>
<p>"No!"</p>
<p>Miko laughed. "No? Then I shall write my name a little deeper...."</p>
<p>A black sear now—a trail etched in the quivering flesh.</p>
<p>"Oh!" Snap's face went white as chalk as he pressed his lips together.</p>
<p>"Or a little acid? This fire-writing does not really hurt? Tell me
what you did with those code words!"</p>
<p>"No!"</p>
<p>In his absorption Miko did not notice my light. Nor did I have the wit
to try and fire along it. I was trembling. Snap under torture!</p>
<p>As the beam went deeper. Snap suddenly screamed. But he ended, "No! I
will send no message for you—"</p>
<p>It had been only a moment. In the chart room window beside me again a
figure appeared! No image. A solid, living person, undisguised by any
cloak of invisibility. George Prince had chanced my fire and crept
upon me.</p>
<p>"Haljan! Don't attack me."</p>
<p>I dropped my light connections. As impulsively I stood up, I saw
through the window the figure of Coniston on the deck watching the
result of Prince's venture.</p>
<p>"Haljan—yield."</p>
<p>Prince no more than whispered it. He stood outside on the deck; the
low window casement touched his waist. He leaned over it.</p>
<p>"He's torturing Snap! Call out that you will yield."</p>
<p>The thought had already been in my mind. Another scream from Snap
filled me with horror. I shouted, "Miko! Stop!"</p>
<p>I rushed to the window and Prince gripped me. "Louder!"</p>
<p>I called louder: "Miko! Stop!" 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.</p>
<p>"You—Haljan?"</p>
<p>Prince shouted, "I have made him yield. He will obey you if you stop
that torture."<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_73" id="Page_73"></SPAN></span></p>
<p>I think that poor Snap must have fainted. He was silent. I called,
"Stop! I will do what you command."</p>
<p>Miko jeered, "That is good. A bargain, if you and Dean obey me. Disarm
him, Prince, and bring him out."</p>
<p>Miko moved back into the radio room. On the deck, Coniston was
advancing, but cautiously mistrustful of me.</p>
<p>"Gregg."</p>
<p>George Prince flung a leg over the casement and leaped lightly into
the dim chart room. His small slender figure stood beside me, clung to
me.</p>
<p>A moment, while we stood there together. No ray was upon us. Coniston
could not see us, nor could he hear our whispers.</p>
<p>"Gregg."</p>
<p>A different voice; its throaty, husky quality gone. A soft pleading.
"Gregg—Gregg, don't you know me? Gregg, dear...."</p>
<p>Why, what was this? Not George Prince? A masquerader, yet so like
George Prince.</p>
<p>"Gregg don't you know me?"</p>
<p>Clinging to me. A soft touch upon my arm. Fingers, clinging. A surge
of warm, tingling current was flowing between us.</p>
<p>My sweep of instant thoughts. A speck of human Earth dust falling
free. That was George Prince who had been killed. George Prince's
body, disguised by the scheming Carter and Dr. Frank, buried in the
guise of his sister. And this black-robed figure who was trying to
help me....</p>
<p>"Anita! Anita darling—"</p>
<p>"Gregg, dear one!"</p>
<p>"Anita!" My arms went around her, my lips pressed hers, and felt her
tremulous eager answer.</p>
<p>The form of Coniston showed at our window. She cast me off. She said,
with her throaty swagger of amused, masculinity:</p>
<p>"I have him, Sir Arthur. He will obey us."</p>
<p>I sensed her warning glance. She shoved me toward the<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_74" id="Page_74"></SPAN></span> window. She
said ironically, "Have no fear, Haljan. You will not be tortured, you
and Dean, if you obey our commands."</p>
<p>Coniston gripped me. "You fool! You caused us a lot of trouble. Move
along there!"</p>
<p>He jerked me roughly through the window. Marched me the length of the
deck, out to the stern space, opened the door of my cubby, flung me in
and sealed the door upon me.</p>
<p>"Miko will come presently."</p>
<p>I stood in the darkness of my tiny room, listening to his retreating
footsteps. But my mind was not upon him.</p>
<p>All the universe, in that instant, had changed for me. Anita was
alive!</p>
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