"Tell me!" He stepped forward, his big hands closing as if upon a throat.
"Our bargain," the girl reminded him. "The Jewels first—I swear we'll not lose him."
"The other Jewels—where are they, then?"
"One of them is buried inaccessibly in a mountain on Mars. The other is in the possession of one of three outlaws, all of whom are on Mars. I have traced it to one of them. So that is where we are going."
"How do you know who has them?"
"That's a long story," said Firebird, "and one that has cost many years of my life. And would have cost more without Thymar's help."
"I'd like to know more of your story about him. He never told me until he died that he had known you."
"It can wait."
Satisfied that the controls were in order, the girl turned her attention to the engines.
"There's trouble in the port motor," she said. "It can't be repaired with the facilities available to us here. We'll have to take a chance using it."