"Get to your room," he gasped as he saw me. "All passengers stay in your cubbies. Piracy!"
The passengers were shouting now; from a nearby corridor entrance women were screaming. Then from up at the turret, Mackensie turned on the vessel's distress siren. Its shrill, dismal electrical whine sounded above the turmoil.
"Go up to the control turret," I shouted at Green. I dashed into the corridor. Passengers scattered to right and left before me.
"Get into your rooms," I shouted. "Everybody stay in. Barricade—"
An Earth-woman screamed; somebody shouted, "That big Martian—murderer—I saw him killing—" Two little Lunites, mine workers, a young man and a girl, stood with arms around each other in one of the doorways. Pallid little people, confused, helpless, cringing. I shoved them back into their room and banged their door.
Then I turned into the main corridor, ran aft along it, came to the next cross passage. Nina! I saw her, ahead of me in the corridor, close by her smashed door. She was struggling, fighting with the snaky Venus man Ollog Torio; his arms lifted her up as he tried to carry her. I shouted an oath; I did not dare fire. And at the sound of my voice he dropped her, made off through the end door so quickly that I had no time to drill him.
"Nina! Nina!"
I gathered her up, frail little thing in her negligee with her luxuriant black hair streaming down.
"Nina, did he hurt you?"
"No! No, I'm all right."