Then Horseface noticed that the other Martians from Goreck's settlement were ranged on either side of Trixie and Goreck, holding off the Finchburgers. It was they who were doing most of the firing—warning blasts over the crowd's heads.
"No," Trixie yelled, "I ain't forgotten Mike. He was a better man than the lot of you put together!"
Horseface whistled to Candy Derain, who turned and edged toward him. "What's up, Candy?"
"Man!" Candy reached at him. "You're just the one we need—Trixie's running away! You got to do something quick!"
"She's—huh?"
"Goreck's been lazing around town almost ever since you went out nugget hunting. He's taking Trixie to Saturday—going to set her up there in a new place. He was smart and waited till you weren't around, 'cause he knows you cut a lot of ice with Trix. You got to stop her—"
A roar from the crowd cut him short. It sounded as if all the men simultaneously had been jabbed with ice picks.
"Look!"
"No!"
"They're stealing our Terra!"