The Earthman nodded. "Let them. If they do, they'll be in for a surprise."
On came the cruiser. The Phantom did not alter her course. And then, at the moment the Sirian realized the ruse had failed, Standish threw his helm, heading directly toward the enemy. The two vessels struck squarely.
In the pilot cuddy Standish, Ga-Marr and Thalia were hurled to the floor. The Earthman struggled erect, helped the girl to her feet.
"Are you hurt?" he asked.
"No, but the ship...."
"Look!" Standish pointed out the port.
A horrible sight met the girl's eyes. The Phantom's stout feloranium sides were unharmed. But the Sirian cruiser had broken into three sections. Even as she watched, figures were catapulted out into space, and the whole mass of debris began to rotate slowly around another enemy ship, forming a macabre satellite.
The remaining four cruisers circled and began to close in.
"All starboard guns," Standish ordered. "Elevation one. Double charge. Fire!"
The recoil was jarring. Two cruisers fell back, rocket motors stilled, huge rents in their forward quarters. And with that, Drum Faggard's flag ship and the other cruiser turned about and fled.