Up the valley the Prowler was arching its back and rubbing against the green-glowing boulder.
"Just like a dad-blamed cat that has found some catnip," said Stiffy. "Must sort of like that radium."
He rose slowly, dusted off his suit.
"Well," he suggested, "let's you and me go into action."
"Action?"
"Sure. Let's go back and file us a claim on that meteor. Don't need to worry about anybody else jumping it, cause every dad-blamed one of them is scared speechless of the Prowler. They won't go near the meteor long as he's around."
Meek stared at the meteor speculatively. "That's worth a lot of money, isn't it, Stiffy? Filled with radium like that."
"Bet your boots," said Stiffy cheerfully. "We go fifty-fifty on her. Split equal ways. We're pardners."
"Tell you what you do," Meek said slowly. "You take it all. Just take out enough to fix up the damage back there and call that my share."
Stiffy's jaw drooped. "Say, what you getting at?"