"They may not see us," said Dyann hopefully.
"They have metal detectors. We're done for."
"Vell, ve can only die vunce. Kiss me, sveetheart." Dyann folded Ray in one arm while the other reached for her sword.
The patrol rockets went over the horizon, braking, and swam back. Blast-flames spattered off the valley floor and frozen-gas vapors boiled furiously up toward mighty Jupiter.
The boat telescreen blinked its indicator light. Numbly, Ray tuned it in. The lean hard face of Colonel Roshevsky-Feldkamp sprang into its frame.
"Ah, there you are," said the Jovian.
"If we surrender," said Ray, "will you give us safe conduct back to Earth?"
"Certainly not. But you may be allowed to live."
Urushkidan spoke from the lab. "Ballantyne, I tink te trouble lies in tis square-wave generator. If we doubled te boltage—"