The man's attitude convinced Paul that this was the termination of any idea of keeping him alive. Up to now they had been saving him. Obviously for this. Paul's faith in the idea that kidnapers do not kill people after keeping them alive for almost a year began to wane. For some reason it had been necessary to keep Paul alive this long, but now—
But Paul had no intention of dying by going out across Harrigan's Horror in his city clothing.
Paul looked across the face of Harrigan's Horror, and blinked. The huge emblazoned registry number was half-hidden around the side of the space ship, but Paul knew every rivet in her. That ship was Paul Grayson's BurAst P.G.1.!
A glimmer of hope came. He got into the space suit and was led across to the smaller ship by Evans. A pilot in the BurAst ship let them in through the airlock and swung his helmet back over his head and greeted Evans glumly.
"Thought you'd never get here," he said.
"When did you take off?"
"Hour after you did."
"Been here long?"
"Hundred and seven hours Sol."
Paul looked around. Everything was in place, everything in order. "What goes on?" he asked.