The stars and the Earth were visible over us. Somewhere up there disclosed by Grantline"s instrument but not yet discernible to the naked eye, Miko"s reinforcements were hovering.
I stood up cautiously to try and locate Miko. Immediately I saw him.
He jumped as though fearing my coming bullet, and I dropped back, barely avoiding his flash, which swept across the top of our bowl.
"Gregg--Gregg, don"t take such a chance!"
We lay for a moment in silence. It was horribly nerve-straining. Miko could be creeping up on us. Would he dare chance my sudden fire?
Creeping--or would he make a swift, unexpected rush?
The feeling that he was upon us abruptly swept me. I jumped to my feet, against Anita"s effort to hold me. But again Miko had vanished.
Where was he now?
I sank back. "That ship will be here in a few hours."
I told her what Grantline"s signal had suggested: the ship was hovering overhead. It must be fairly close; for Grantline"s telescope had revealed its ident.i.ty as a bandit flyer, unmarked by any of the standard code-identification lights. It was doubtless too far away as yet to have located the whereabouts of Grantline"s camp. The Martian brigands knew that we were in the vicinity of Archimedes, but no more than that. Searching this glowing Moon surface, our little lights, the tiny local semaph.o.r.e beams we had momentarily been using, could easily pa.s.s unnoticed.
But as the brigand ship approached now--dropping close to Archimedes as it probably would--our danger was that Miko and his men would then signal it, join it, and reveal the camp"s location, and the brigand attack would be upon us.
I told this now to Anita. "The signal said, "_Unless you can stop them_.""
It was an appeal to me. But how could I respond to it? What could I do, alone out here with Anita, to cope with this enemy?
Anita made no comment.
I added, "That ship will land near Archimedes I imagine, within an hour or two! If Grantline can repair his portes, and I can get you inside--"
Again she made no comment. Then suddenly she gripped me. "Gregg, look there!"
Out through the gully break in our bowl the figure of Miko showed! He was running. But not at us. Circling the summit, leaping to keep himself behind the upstanding crags. He pa.s.sed the head of the staircase; he did not descend it, but headed off along the summit of the curving crater-rim.
I stood up to watch him. He was making off. Abandoning us!
"He"s going!"
I let her stand up beside me; cautiously, at first, for it occurred to me that this might be a ruse to cover some other of Miko"s men who might be lurking up here.
But the summit seemed clear. The figure of Miko was a thousand feet away now. We could see the tiny blob of it bobbing over the rocks.
Then it plunged down--not into the crater-valley, but out toward the open Moon surface.
Miko had abandoned his attack on us. The reason seemed plain. He had come here from his encampment with Coniston, had sent Coniston ahead to lure and kill Wilks. When this was done, Coniston had flashed his brief signal to Miko, who was hiding nearby.
It was not like the brigand leader to remain in the background. Miko was no coward. But Coniston could impersonate Wilks, whereas Miko"s giant stature at once would reveal his ident.i.ty. Miko had been engaged in smashing the portes. He had looked up and seen me kill Coniston. He had come up to a.s.sail me. And then he had read Grantline"s signal to me. It was his first knowledge that his ship was at hand. With the camp exits inoperative, Grantline and his men were imprisoned. Miko made an effort to kill me. He did not know my companion was Anita. The effort was taking too long: with the Grantline camp imprisoned and his ship at hand, it was Miko"s best move to return to his own camp, rejoin his men, and await their opportunity to signal the ship.
At least, so I reasoned it. Anita and I stood alone. What could we do?
We went to the brink of the cliff. The unlighted Grantline buildings showed vaguely in the Earthlight.
I said, "We"ll go down, I"ll leave you there. You can wait at the porte. They"ll repair it soon, perhaps, and let you in."
"And what will you do?" she demanded.
I was hurrying her down the stairs. But suddenly she stopped. "What are you going to do, Gregg?"
I had not intended to tell her. "Hurry, Anita!"
"Why?" She stood stock still. Through the visors I could see her white face gazing at me rebelliously.
"Why should I hurry, Gregg?"
"Because I want to leave you at the porte. I"m going after Miko--try and locate where he and his men are camping."
I had indeed no specific plan as yet. But it seemed useless for me to sit at the porte waiting to be let in.
"But he"s gone, Gregg."
She was right on that. Miko was already a mile or more away, down on the outer surface, making off. He would soon be out of sight. It would be impossible to follow him.
"Gregg, let me go with you."
She jerked away from me and bounded back up the staircase. I caught her on the summit.
"Anita!"
"I"m going with you."
"You"re going to stay here."
"I"m not!"
This exasperating controversy! And time was so precious!
"Anita, please."
"I"ll be safer with you than waiting here, Gregg."
It almost decided me. Perhaps she would. It was only my intention to follow Miko at a distance. And with much more of this delay here, he would be lost to me.
And she added, "Besides, I won"t stay, and you can"t make me."
We ran along the crater-top. At its distant edge the lower plain spread before us. Far down, and far away on the distant broken surface, the leaping figure of Miko showed.