'Bet your life,' said Gramp.
Jurg Tec nodded.
'There's some old battle hulls out there I'd like to see,' he said. 'Ships that were shot down during the battle and just left there. Shot up too bad to salvage. The pilot probably would land and let us look at one or two of them.'
'Better take along your camera,' suggested Gramp. 'You'd ought to get some crackin' good pictures on one of 'em old tubs.'
IV
The navigator tore open the door of the control room, slammed it behind him and leaned against it.
His coat was ripped and blood dripped from an ugly gash across his forehead.
The pilot started from his controls.
'The robots!' screamed the navigator. 'The robots are loose!'
The pilot blanched. 'Loose!' he screamed back.