Her face hardened in bitter hatred as she looked at him. She said nothing, but the psychophone's mechanical voice spoke her thoughts.
"Saturnian — hate all Saturnians, now. Green faces peering at me — trying to make me think of Erebus—"
Thorn, for a moment stunned by her bitter reaction, suddenly understood. He and his comrades the green stain on their faces, were still disguised as Saturnians.
"Lana, it's I, John Thorn!” he said hoarsely. “It's the Planeteers!"
Lana stared unbelievingly. Then as she recognized his features, her tired eyes lit with incredulous joy.
"John Thorn?” she whispered. That was all that came from her lips.. But from the psychophone overhead, there sounded her thoughts in that metallic voice.
"John Thorn, I love you! I love you!"
CHAPTER XIII
Dictator of Worlds
THE girl's white face flushed crimson, as the machine over her head blared forth her secret thoughts. Then she raised her gold head and looked at Thorn with brave steadiness.