Part 4 (2/2)

Herr Schwartzmann was facing Harkness belligerently. ”You think you know something! What is it?” he demanded. ”You are under my feet; I kick you as I would _meinen Hund_ and you can do nothing.” He aimed a savage kick into the air to ill.u.s.trate his meaning, and Harkness' face flushed suddenly scarlet.

Whatever retort was on Harkness' tongue was left unspoken; a sharp look from Chet, who brought his fingers swiftly to his lips in a gesture of silence, checked the reply. The action was almost unconscious on Chet's part; it was as unpremeditated as the sudden thought that flashed abruptly into his mind--

They were helpless; they were in this brute's power beyond the slightest doubt. Schwartzmann's words, ”You know something. What is it?” had fired a swift train of thought.

The idea was nebulous as yet ... but if they could throw a scare into this man--make him think there was danger ahead.... Yes, that was it: make Schwartzmann think they knew of dangers that he could not avoid.

They had been there before: make this man afraid to kill them. The dreadful alternative that Chet had feared to think of might be averted....

All this came in an instantaneous, flas.h.i.+ng correlation of his conscious thoughts.

”I'll tell you what we mean,” he told Schwartzmann. He even leaned forward to shake an impressive finger before the other's startled face.

”I'll tell you first of all that it doesn't make a d.a.m.n bit of difference who is on top--or it won't in a few hours more. We'll all be washed out together.

”I've landed once on the Dark Moon; I know what will happen. And do you know how fast we are going? Do you know the Moon's speed as it approaches? Had you thought what you will look like when that fool pilot rams into it head on?

”And that isn't all!” He grinned derisively into Schwartzmann's flushed face, disregarding the half-raised pistol; it was as if some secret thought had filled him with overpowering amus.e.m.e.nt. His broad grin grew into a laugh. ”That isn't all, big boy. What will you do if you do land?

What will you do when you open the ports and the--” He cut his words short, and the smile, with all other expression, was carefully erased from his young face.

”No, I reckon I won't spoil the surprise. We got through it all right; maybe you will, too--maybe!”

And again it was Diane who played up to Chet's lead without a moment's hesitation.

”Chet,” she demanded, ”aren't you going to warn him? You would not allow him and his men to be--”

She stopped in apparent horror of the unsaid words; Chet gave her an approving glance.

”We'll see about that when we get there, Diane.”

He turned abruptly back to Schwartzmann, ”I'll forget what a rotten winner you have been; I'll help you out: I'll take the controls if you like. Of course, your man, Max, may set us down without damage; then again--”

”Take them!” Schwartzmann ungraciously made an order of his acceptance.

”Take the controls, Herr Bullard! But if you make a single false move!”

The menacing pistol completed the threat.

But ”Herr Bullard” merely turned to his companion with a level, understanding look. ”Come on,” he said; ”you can both help in working out our location.”

He stepped before the burly man that Diane might precede them through the door. And he felt the hand of Walt Harkness on his arm in a pressure that told what could not be said aloud.

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