Harrigan himself would be coming to Harrigan's Horror in about two months to check in the arrival of the beam from Neoterra, just as Paul had gone to Proxima ten months before. Just what Hoagland's crew of cutthroats intended to do on Harrigan's Horror, Paul could not determine from the myriad of unpleasant possibilities he could conjure up.
But he knew—and he was not wrong—that they would tell him very soon.
Below them, a half mile or so from the relay station, a small spacecraft stood with its nose in the air. The big spacecraft landed near the small one, and Paul was handed a space suit.
"Get in," said Evans. Evans had been one of the pseudo-policemen back on Terra.
"What's next?" asked Paul.
"Get in—you'll find out."
"Why not let me in on it."
"You'll learn. Get in it or we'll be glad to take you out across this airless planet without a suit."
"That wouldn't do you much good."
"No?"