The ship was silent.
He had to sit down. He wanted to be sick.
Perhaps Herb had taken the other door out!
He whirled.
No movement.
He had to have a place to hide. He had to hide, and wait, and when Herb came searching for him—
He staggered back. His side began to throb dully.
The ship was very quiet.
"He's out there," Herb said, knowing that his words would carry over the hidden microphones. "I will manage to kill him before we reach the big ship."
Norma was breathing shallowly, not yet fully recovered from the wreck. "What about Earth?"