Henry started to uncork the bottle. Jake and Matt reached for their guns and shot him simultaneously. A look of bewilderment crossed his baby face as he fell dead.
The whiskey bottle tipped over, but Matt retrieved it quickly, before more than half had spilled. With an amused look at the dead partner, he lifted the bottle to his lips and took a deep swig.
Matt handed the bottle to Jake, who drank several ounces. But his enjoyment was interrupted by a bleating sound from the ship's proximity alarm.
"There's another ship nearby!" said Jake in alarm.
A rocket ship appeared suddenly overhead.
"That's a police ship from Titan!" Matt exclaimed. "But how on Saturn could they have known we were here?"
"They must have trailed Henry. That stupid fool probably took his time about buying the whiskey, and the letter got delivered before he left Titan!"
He strode to the ship's radio.
"It won't do them any good, though. I'll tell 'em I'll blast the entire cargo if they land!"
Abruptly, Jake felt a sharp pain in his belly. His throat and windpipe were dry, terribly dry and scorched.