“We could use the ship,” said Dorothy.
“Inadvisable,” objected Nick. “Something tells me we are going to have trouble getting away from this little fiend of a planetoid.”
“How about rocket cameras?” cut in Dorothy.
“Huh?”
“I can make them. We’ll use just enough fuel to send them up half a mile or so. They’ll take pictures, then glide down. We’ll keep an eye on them and see where they land; Edgar will also take calculations while they’re up—they’ll be sort of periscopic photos. Of course we’ll get our ship, but we may spot the other one.”
Nick tapped the rocky surface pondering. “Only thing wrong with that is: why didn’t we see the ship on the way down? We had a much bigger perspective.”
“Perhaps too big. Besides we were too well occupied otherwise.”
“Okay,” sighed Nick. “I can’t see any reason for not trying it.”
CHAPTER III
MENACE UNSEEN
Dorothy clasped Nick’s hand as firmly as hands can be clasped when swathed in space-mitts. “If the photo didn’t deceive us, the ship should be over this ridge.”