light, but I did not dare. I hesitated.
"Try it," urged Anita.
WE crouched where we thought we might be safe from Miko's fire. My little light-beam shot up from the bowl. It was undoubtedly visible to the camp.
"Yes? I am Haljam."
And I added:
"Help! Send us help."
I did not mention Anita. Miko could doubtless read these signals. And in the camp they must have missed Anita by now. They answered:
"Cannot—"
I lost the rest of it. There came a flash from Miko's weapon. But it gave us confidence. He could not reach us at the moment.
The Grantline beam repeated:
"Cannot come out. Portes broken. You cannot get in. Stay where you are—an hour or two. We may be able to repair portes."
The portes were broken! Stay here an hour or two! But I could not hold this position against Miko that long! Sooner or later he would find a place from where he could sweep this bowl beyond possibility of our hiding. I saw him running now, well beyond my range, to ferret out another point of vantage.
I extinguished my light. What use was it to tell Grantline anything further? Besides, my light was dangerous.
But the Grantline beam spelled another message:
"The brigand ship is coming! It will be here before we can get out to you! No lights! We will try and hide our location."
And the signal-beam brought a last appeal to me:
"Miko and his men will divulge where we are. Unless you can stop them—"
The beam vanished. The lights of the Grantline camp made a faint glow that showed above the crater-edge. The glow died, as the camp now was plunged into darkness.
CHAPTER XXVII
Anita's Plan
WE crouched in the shadows, the Earthlight filtering down to us. The skulking figure of Miko had vanished; but he was out there somewhere on the crags I was sure, lurking, maneuvering to where he could strike us with his ray. Anita's metal-gloved hand was on my arm; in my ear diaphragm her voice sounded eager, and unmistakable:
"What was the signal, Gregg?"
She could not read the semaphore lights. I told her.
"Oh Gregg, the Martian ship coming!"
Her mind clung to that as the most important thing. But not so myself. To me there was only the realization that Anita was caught out here, almost at the mercy of Miko's ray. Grantline's men could not get out to help us, nor. could I get Anita into the camp.
She added, "Where do you suppose the ship is? In telescopic view?"
"Yes—twenty or thirty thousand miles up, probably."
The stars and the Earth were visible over us. Somewhere up there disclosed by Grantline's instrument but not yet discernable 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?
