An amused smile played on his thin gray lips. But he nodded. The fear which had leaped at me was allayed by his next words.
"True enough, Haljan. He was a domineering fellow, Miko. A third of it all was for him alone. But now...."
The third would go to this sub-leader, Potan! The implication was obvious.
I said, "Before we go any further, I can trust you for my share?"
"Of course."
I figured that my very boldness in bargaining so prematurely would convince him. I insisted, "Miss Prince will have her brother"s share?"
Clever Anita! She put in swiftly, "Oh, I give no information until you promise! We know the location of the Grantline camp, its weapons, its defences, the amount and location of the treasure. I warn you, if you do not play us fair...."
He laughed heartily. He seemed to like us. He spread his huge legs as he lounged in his settle, and drank of the bowl which one of his men set before him.
"Little tigress! Fear me not--I play fair!" He pushed two of the bowls across the table. "Drink, Haljan. All is well with us and I am glad to know it. Miss Prince, drink my health as your leader."
I waved it away from Anita. "We need all our wits; your strong Martian drinks are dangerous. Look here, I"ll tell you just how the situation stands--"
I plunged into a glib account of our supposed wanderings to find the Grantline camp: its location off the Mare Imbrium--hidden in a cavern there. Potan, with the drink, and under the gaze of Anita"s eyes, was in high good humor. He laughed when I told him that we had dared to invade the Grantline camp, had smashed its exit ports, had even gotten up to have a look where the treasure was piled.
"Well done, Haljan. You"re a fellow to my liking!" But his gaze was on Anita. "You dress like a man or a charming boy."
She still wore the dark clothes of her brother. She said, "I am used to action. Man"s garb pleases me. You shall treat me like a man and give me my share of gold leaf."
He had already demanded the reason for the signal from the Mare Imbrium. Miko"s signal! It had not come again, though any moment I feared it. I told him that Grantline doubtless had repaired his damaged ports and sallied out to a.s.sail me in reprisal. And, seeing the brigand ship landing on Archimedes, had tried to lure him into a trap.
I wondered if my explanation was convincing: it did not sound so. But he was flushed now with drink, and Anita added:
"Grantline knows the territory near his camp very well. But he is equipped only for short range fighting."
I took it up. "It"s like this, Potan: if he could get you to land unsuspectingly near his cavern--"
I pictured how Grantline might have figured on a sudden surprise attack upon the ship. It was his only chance to catch it unprepared.
We were all three in friendly, intimate mood now. Potan said, "We"ll land down there right enough! But I need a few hours for my a.s.sembling."
"He will not dare advance," I said.
Anita put in, smiling, "He knows by now that we have unmasked his lure. Haljan and I, joining you--that silenced him. His light went out very promptly, didn"t it?"
She flashed me a side gaze. Were we acting convincingly? But if Miko started up his signals again, they might so quickly betray us!
Anita"s thoughts were upon that, for she added:
"Grantline will not dare show his light! If he does, _Set_ Potan, we can blast him from here with a ray. Can"t we?"
"Yes," Potan agreed. "If he comes within ten miles, I have one powerful enough. We are a.s.sembling it now."
"And we have thirty men?" Anita persisted. "When we sail down to attack him, it should not be difficult to kill all the Grantline party."
"By heaven, Haljan, this girl of yours is small, but very bloodthirsty!"
"And I"m glad Miko is dead," Anita added.
I explained, "That accursed Miko murdered her brother."
Acting! And never once did we dare relax. If only Miko"s signals would hold off and give us time!
We may have talked for half an hour. We were in a small steel-lined cubby, located in the forward deck of the ship. The dome was over it.
I could see from where I sat at the table that there was a forward observatory tower under the dome quite near here. The ship was laid out in rather similar fashion to the _Planetara_, though considerably smaller.
Potan had dismissed his men from the cubby so as to be alone with us.
Out on the deck I could see them dragging apparatus about, bringing the mechanisms of giant projectors up from below and beginning to a.s.semble them. Occasionally some of the men would come to our cubby windows to peer in curiously.
My mind was roaming as I talked. For all my manner of casualness, I knew that haste was necessary. Whatever Anita and I were to do must be quickly done.
But to win this fellow"s utter confidence first was necessary, so that we might have the freedom of the ship, might move about unnoticed, unwatched.
I was horribly tense inside. Through the dome windows across the deck from the cubby, the rocks of the Lunar landscape were visible. I could see the brink of this ledge upon which the ship lay, the descending crags down the precipitous wall of Archimedes to the Earthlit plains far below. Miko, Moa, and a few of the _Planetara"s_ crew were down there somewhere.
Anita and I had a fairly definite plan. We were now in Potan"s confidence; this interview at an end, I felt that our status among the brigands would be established. We would be free to move about the ship, join in its activities. It ought to be possible to locate the signal room, get friendly with the operator there.
Perhaps we could find a secret opportunity to flash a signal to Earth.
This ship, I was confident, would have the power for a long range signal, if not of too sustained a length. It would be a desperate thing to attempt, but our whole procedure was desperate! Anita could lure the duty man from the signal room, I might send a single flash or two that would reach the Earth. Just a distress signal, signed "Grantline." If I could do that and not get caught!
Anita was engaging Potan in talking of his plans. The brigand leader was boasting of them: of his well equipped ship, the daring of his men. And questioning her about the size of the treasure. My thoughts were free to roam.
While we were making friends with this brigand, the longest range electronic projector was being a.s.sembled. Miko then could flash his signal and be d.a.m.ned to him! I would be on the deck with that projector. Its operator and I would turn it upon Miko--one flash of it and he and his little band would be wiped out.
But there was our escape to be thought of. We could not remain very long with these brigands. We could tell them that the Grantline camp was on the Mare Imbrium. It would delay them for a time, but our lie would soon be discovered. We must escape from them, get away and back to Grantline. With Miko dead, a distress signal to Earth, and Potan in ignorance of Grantline"s location, the treasure would be safe until help arrived from Earth.
"By the infernal, little Anita, you look like a dove, but you"re a tigress! A comrade after my own heart--bloodthirsty as a fire-worshipper!"
Her laugh rang out to mingle with his. "Oh no, _Set_ Potan! I am treasure-thirsty."
"We"ll get the treasure. Never fear, little Anita."
"With you to lead us, I"m sure we will."
A man entered the cubby. Potan looked frowningly around. "What is it, Argle?"
The fellow answered in Martian, leered at Anita and withdrew.
Potan stood up. I noticed that he was unsteady with the drink.
"They want me with the work at the projectors."