"By golly, that's right!" muttered Muldoon. "Borisu never struck me as being any master mind. And he admitted his race didn't know the secret of spaceflight."
"Excuse me," interrupted Dr. Kang. "At one time they did not. But they must know that secret now."
"Why?"
"How else could Dr. Boris Anjers have reached Earth to serve as an espionage agent for his people? We are forced to assume this Magogean surveillance of the solar system is a regular thing, with new appointees assuming their duties periodically. Borisu intimated he was but one of many. Obviously, therefore, the Magogeans have mastered not only spaceflight but faster-than-light travel. As well as the ability to diminish their own bodily size at will. At any rate, we shall know in a little while."
Warren's voice interrupted him. The skipper was seated at the controls. "You've got part of your answer now, Doc."
"What do you mean, Captain?"
"About spaceflight. The Magogeans have got ships. Because here comes a flock of them right now."
O'Day's eyes lighted. Restless for action, he had been chafing impatiently ever since they sighted Magog. Now his moment had come. He sprang to his feet.
"Man the guns! We'll teach those scoundrels—"