Haljan. It spelled the signal.
It was coming from the Grantline instrument room, I knew.
I could answer it with my helmet light, but I did not dare.
"Try it," urged Anita.
We crouched where we thought we might be safe from Miko's fire. My little light beam shot up from the bowl. It was undoubtedly visible to the camp.
Yes, I am Haljan. Send us help.
I did not mention Anita. Miko doubtless could read these signals. They answered, Cannot—
I lost the rest of it. There came a flash from Miko's weapon. It gave us confidence: he was unable to reach us at this distance.
The Grantline beam repeated:
Cannot come out. Ports broken. You cannot get in. Stay where you are for an hour or two. We may be able to repair ports.