Then Drew spoke and told him all.
“What, and you stand there like that without making another try!” said Mr Rimmer fiercely.
“There! You hear?” cried Panton. “I’ll go with you, Mr Rimmer. The poor fellow must be saved.”
“By acts, Mr Panton, not by talking,” said the mate, sternly. “This way, my lads,” he cried, as first one and then another of the Planet’s crew hurried to his side. “Here’s fresh work for you, I’ve found some of the party, but young Mr Oliver Lane’s missing. Volunteers to find him?”
“All on us, sir,” came eagerly.
“That’s right,” said the mate. “Now, then, which way did he go in?”
“Mr Rimmer, you don’t know the danger!” cried Drew.
“No, sir, nor don’t want to till after the job. Now, then, point out the nearest spot as far as you can recollect.”
“I think I can guide you,” said Panton.
“Hold hard, please, sir, just a moment,” cried Smith. “You don’t know what it is, sir, as you’re going to do.”