"Where is it, Jarl?" Sais asked in a weary voice. And then: "Jarl! What's the matter?"
But Jarl hardly heard her. He stood stock-still, staring—unable to move, unable to speak.
"Jarl—!"
He jerked free of the spell of shock; peered this way and that in a frenzy of desperation. Once again, his heart was pounding.
But the cindered ramping-place stayed bare and echoing and empty.
Carrier and crew alike had vanished!
CHAPTER VII
Jarl picked Tas Karrel's ship, the Knife. Unswerving, Sais at his side, he stalked up her ramp.
A grim, slim, deadly craft, the Knife, black as the heart of her mutant master. The fastest ship in all the raider fleet, with a killer crew drawn from the scum of the whole wide solar system.