"What is your name? You are an Earthman, evidently."
"Yes." I hesitated. I had seen Molo and heard him talk, back there in Greater New York; but he had not seen me nor heard of me probably.
"Gregg Haljan." I added, "I am a skilled navigator; perhaps it was fortunate you saved me."
He flung me a look and there was a tinge of amusement in it. "You would save your own skin now?"
"Why not? You're a Martian, and this is a war also against Mars."
His look darkened, but then again sardonic amusement struck him.
"We shall see what the Great Master says. There will be a few of our type humans, men and women, wanted when the worlds begin anew. The Great Master said so. He wants to study life on Earth as it was before the destruction."
Molo's glance swept behind us. I turned to see three figures approaching. My heart pounded. They were Anita, Venza and Molo's sister, Meka. They came slowly, trying to walk, with balancing outstretched arms. With a dozen curious Wandl workers crowding them, they came and joined Molo before us. My heart was pounding, but I flung them a curious, impersonal stare.
"You are here," said Molo. "Good. We go now." He bent over Snap and me. "I advise you make no effort to leap away, though it may look easy."
"Not me," said Snap. "Where would I go alone in this damned world? I can't very well leap back to Earth, can I?"