Walters turned beet red with anger. "This is stupid, Miles!" he roared. "You can't get away and you know it!"
"That all depends on where you're standing, Walters!" said a voice from the hatch.
The three spacemen whirled at the sound of the voice and were dumfounded by the appearance of Quent Miles, standing to one side of the hatch, holding an automatic paralo-ray rifle, trained on them.
"Stay right where you are," he said softly. "The first man that moves gets frozen solid!"
Walters, Strong, and Kit were too stunned to make a move. They could only stare in open disbelief at Quent Miles.
"Come on down, Ross!" called Quent. "And if anyone tries to stop him, I'll let all three of you have it!"
Ross climbed down from the control panel and stripped the three helpless spacemen of their weapons. He threw them out of the hatch and then went to stand by his brother. As they stood side by side, Strong and Walters couldn't help but gasp at the identical features of the two men.
"You can never hope to get away, either of you," growled Walters, when he finally regained his composure.
Quent laughed. "We're doing more than just hope, Walters."
"Just for your information," Ross chimed in, "we're changing ships and taking the cargo with us." He backed toward the hatch slowly. "Come on, Quent." The two brothers stepped back through the doorway, Ross keeping his rifle leveled at the three men.