The second ship was coming in over the range station. It, too, was swerving....
"That must be the ship out of Earth," Wagner cried.
"If we could only warn them!" Ward said hopelessly. "We don't even know whose ship it is. It may be the Director coming to the convention."
Yes, the Director of Earth might be up there dropping toward certain doom.
Ward leaped to the shortwave transceiver. Simultaneously, it burst into life.
"Portiz calling Ward."
"Yes?"
"Sounds as if there's a large ship dropping in towards the mountain. What're your orders?"
"Leave the beam on and get to hell out of there. You've only got about two minutes!"
Silence. Sixty seconds of silence broken only by the receding thunder of the two ships.