"I think,” he said, “we better slow down now. If we don't, we'll be inside the planetary system."
"How far out is Craven?” asked Russ.
"Not far enough,” Greg replied unhappily. “He can't be more than three billion miles from the star and that star's hot. A class G, all right, but a good deal younger than old Sol."
WE'LL let them know we've arrived,” grinned Greg. He sent a stabbing beam of half a billion horsepower slashing at the Interplanetarian.
The other ship staggered but steadied itself.
"They know,” said Russ cryptically from his position in front of the vision plate. “We shook them up a bit."
They waited. Nothing happened.
Greg scratched his head. “Maybe you were right. Maybe they don't want to fight."
Together they watched the Interplanetarian. It was still moving in toward the distant sun, as if nothing had happened.
"We'll see,” said Greg.