"But even if you get Bemmelman," Mia pointed out; "what can you gain. You're still an outlaw. You'll be sent to the disintegration chamber."
"Oh, they'll get me someday," he replied coolly. "But first, I'll drag down Bemmelman."
The Ormoo flew steadily, strongly. Presently, the girl said:
"Does the Ormoo really understand your commands?"
"A few simple ones."
"Would it obey me?"
"Try it."
"Down," cried Mia.
The Ormoo plummeted toward the surface. Mia clapped her hands, shrieked: "Up!" Its wings thundered as it gained altitude again.