"Not a bit, darling," he assured her, "but it was touch and go for a moment. I didn't know whether [379] the guards would dare to disintegrate the ship without orders from Glavour. In any event, the blasts of the stern motors must have hurled them half a mile. No strength could stand the blast of gas to which they were subjected. Are you all right?"
"Perfectly," she replied; "I never was in any danger. I was the first one in the ship and the only chance I had to be hurt was to have you overcome and the ship recaptured. In that case, I had this."
She displayed a small dagger which she drew from the bosom of her robe. Damis shuddered and took the weapon from her.
"Poisoned," he exclaimed as he glanced at its tip. "You had better let me take care of it. You might fall and prick yourself with it."
She surrendered the weapon to him with a smile and Damis placed it in a cabinet built against the wall of the flyer.
"Now go in and lie down," he told her. "I've got to start plotting a course to Mars and teaching my crew how to operate the ship."
"Can't I learn, too?" she objected. "If anything should happen, it might be quite a useful bit of knowledge. Besides, I already understand celestial geography quite well and I may be able to help in the navigation."
Damis looked at her in surprise.
"You a celestial geographer?" he asked in astonishment. "Where did you learn it?"
"From my father. He was a famous heaven-master before the Jovians came and he taught me."