"You tell Dean I have agreed to that. You say he gave you the code-words we took from Johnson?"
"Yes. There was a fool! That Johnson! You blame me, Haljan, for the killing of Captain Carter? You need not. Johnson offered to try and capture you. Take you alive. He killed Carter because he was angry at him. A stupid, vengeful fool! He is dead, and I am glad of it."
My mind was on Miko"s plans. I ventured. "This treasure on the Moon--did you say it was on the Moon?"
"Don"t be an idiot," he retorted. "I know as much about Grantline as you do."
"That"s very little."
"Perhaps."
"Perhaps you know more, Miko. The Moon is a big place. Where, for instance, is Grantline located?"
I held my breath. Would he tell me that? A score of questions--vague plans--were in my mind. How skilled at mathematics were these brigands?
Miko, Hahn, Coniston--could I fool them? If I could learn Grantline"s location on the Moon, and keep the _Planetara_ away from it. A pretended error of charting. Time lost--and perhaps Snap could find an opportunity to signal Earth, get help.
Miko answered my question as bluntly as I asked it. "I don"t know where Grantline is located. But we will find out. He will not suspect the _Planetara_. When we get close to the Moon, we will signal and ask him.
We can trick him into telling us. You think I do not know what is on your mind, Haljan? There is a secret code of signals arranged between Dean and Grantline. I have forced Dean to confess it. Without torture!
Prince helped me in that. He persuaded Dean not to defy me. A very persuasive fellow, George Prince. More diplomatic than I am, I give him credit."
I strove to hold my voice calm. "If I should join you, Miko--my word, if I ever gave it, you would find dependable--I would say George Prince is very valuable to us. You should rein your temper. He is half your size--you might some time, without intention do him injury."
He laughed. "Moa says so. But have no fear--"
"I was thinking," I persisted, "I"d like to have a talk with George Prince."
Ah, my pounding, tumultuous heart! But I was smiling calmly. And I tried to put into my voice a shrewd note of cupidity. "I really know very little about this treasure, Miko. If there were a million or two of gold-leaf in it for me--"
"Perhaps there would be."
"I was thinking. Suppose you let me have a talk with Prince? I have some knowledge of radium ores. His skill and mine--a calculation of what Grantline"s treasure may really be. You don"t know; you are only a.s.suming."
I paused. Whatever may have been in Miko"s mind I cannot say. But abruptly he stood up. I had left my bunk, but he waved me back.
"Sit down. I am not like Moa. I would not trust you just because you protested you would be loyal." He picked up his cylinder. "We will talk again." He gestured to the scrolls he had left upon my desk. "Work on those. I will judge you by the results."
He was no fool, this brigand leader.
"Yes," I agreed. "You want a true course now to the asteroid?"
"Yes. I will get rid of these pa.s.sengers. Then we will plan further. Do your best, Haljan--no error! By the G.o.ds, I warn you I can check up on you!"
I said meekly, "Very well. But you ask Prince if he wants my calculations of Grantline"s ore-body."
I shot Miko a foxy look as he stood by my door. I added, "You think you are clever. There is plenty you don"t know. Our first night out from the Earth--Grantline"s signals--didn"t it ever occur to you that I might have some figures on his treasure?"
It startled him. "Where are they?"
I tapped my forehead. "You don"t suppose I was foolish enough to record them. You ask Prince if he wants to talk to me. A high thorium content in ore--you ask Prince. A hundred millions, or two hundred. It would make a big difference, Miko."
"I will think about it." He backed out and sealed the door upon me once again.
But Anita did not come. I verified Hahn"s figures, which were very nearly correct. I charted a course for the asteroid; it was almost the one which had been set.
Coniston came for my results. "I say, we are not so bad as navigators, are we? I think we"re jolly good, considering our inexperience. Not bad at all, eh?"
"No."
I did not think it wise to ask him about Prince.
"Are you hungry, Haljan?" he demanded.
"Yes."
A steward came with a meal. The saturnine Hahn stood at my door with a weapon upon me while I ate. They were taking no chances--and they were wise not to.
The day pa.s.sed. Day and night, all the same of aspect here in the starry vault of s.p.a.ce. But with the ship"s routine it was day.
And then another time of sleep. I slept, fitfully, worrying, trying to plan. Within a few hours we would be nearing the asteroid.
The time of sleep was nearly pa.s.sed. My chronometer marked five A. M. of our original Earth starting time. The seal of my cubby door hissed. The door slowly, opened.
Anita!
She stood there with her cloak around her. A distance away on the shadowed deck-s.p.a.ce Coniston was loitering.
"Anita!" I whispered it.
"Gregg, dear!"
She turned and gestured to the watching brigand. "I will not be long, Coniston."
She came in and half closed the door upon us, leaving it open enough so that we could make sure that Coniston did not advance.
I stepped back where he could not see us.
"Anita!"
She flung herself into my opened arms.