"Wait!" cried Henry. Everyone looked at him, including Weston and his gang. "Something has happened! Doesn't anybody remember?"
"Remember what!" exclaimed Weston, impatiently.
"The city! All those warships and planes!"
They all looked at him, blankly, and he and Martia returned their stares, anxiously.
"The Major who called us Texanian spies! The space ship! The firing squad—I mean, those machine guns!"
Again, the blank, uncomprehending looks.
"The kid's cracking up!" said Weston. "Let's get on with this! Now I'm running things and I'll tell you what we're going to do!"
Just then Martia and Henry grasped each other's hands, their eyes wide with consternation.
"Henry, do you—"
"Yes!" he hissed, cautioning her to silence. "I hear it!"