"Fight what?" asked Moore dazedly.
"I don't know," rapped Ross savagely. "But at a guess, I'd say the Purple Death, whatever that may be!"
II
The assistant navigator looked back from his post by the helmsman. "Coming in to Peak One, sir," he called.
"What's our speed?" asked Ross.
"Two thousand, sir."
"Cut her down to a thousand," commanded Ross. "Any signals from the Peak?"
The navigator shook his head nervously. "None yet, sir. Shall I cut speed if they don't signal?"
"Yes," Ross decided. "Slow up as you see fit, and hover at fifty miles if they show no signal." He gestured to his chief navigator. "Come on, Harry, let's inspect ship."