"Come on!" yelled Pendleton. "Here's our chance to show we're still men. Hurry up, you sons!"
MacVickers looked at the Venusian's face. The terrible frozen fear was gone from his eyes. He wanted to die, now, quickly, fighting for vengeance.
The gray, pinched face of Loris loomed abruptly out of the fog. It was suddenly young again, and the smile was genuine. He said,
"Let's teach 'em to mind, Birek. MacVickers, I...." He shook his head, looking away. "You know."
"I know. Hurry up with it."
Pendleton's voice burst out of the fog, triumphantly. Janu crouched on the heaving deck, bleeding and whimpering. MacVickers yelled,
"Who's with me? We're going to take the control boxes. Who wants to be a hero?"
Birek laughed and threw him bodily up onto the catwalk overhead. Most of the men came forward then. The three or four that were left looked at the Martian and followed.
Birek helped them up onto the catwalk. They were moving, now. It took only a few seconds. MacVickers divided them into two groups.
"You men that are sheathed go first, to help block the charge. It'll be your job to take the Jovies out of the way. Quick, before this fog settles enough so they can see to focus on us."