"I won't forget that."
"It isn't my throat," Sanderson said.
"Isn't it?" Big Marie answered.
When the guns and knives had been distributed, Sanderson opened another box. Maps were in it. They were crudely but clearly drawn. He distributed them to a number of key men. "You will find detailed instructions here for you and your group. I don't suppose I need to remind you of the consequences of failure."
Again the buzz ran through the room.
"You seem to have everything well organized," Miss Tweedham said:
"Organization was my line before I came to Mars," Sanderson answered. He lifted his voice. "Deimos is the signal. When it rises above the horizon tonight, we go into action."
The buzz grew louder. To Miss Tweedham, it sounded like a swarm of angry hornets.
Seeming to be a part of the night, four figures crouched against the wall beside the closed door. Bright stars twinkled overhead. In this thin air there seemed to be millions of stars sprinkled like arc lights in the sky.