Signalling the others to remain aboard, Wilding moved away from the ship to begin exploration. Cautiously, gun in hand, he poked through the main cavern with its stockpiled supplies, then on, investigating the nearer passages. Already out of sight of his cohorts aboard the supply ship, he halted suddenly at a hint of furtive movement among the jagged rocks.
Three men sprang up and faced him. All three were armed and ready. It was not difficult to recognize Credus and his two chief supporters.
"I'm taking over," said Credus.
"Not so easily," Wilding warned. "It's still a deadlock. I have a gun on you."
Credus shook his head slowly. "You're too good a gambler to play against such odds. You wouldn't dare shoot."
Wilding was aware of a faint sound behind him. For a moment he hoped that Grouth or Concor had disobeyed his orders and followed him. He even risked a quick glance over his shoulder to see.
Two yards behind him stood Tichron, aimed blaster in hand. On Tichron's face was an expression of unholy glee, his lips curled up to expose wolfish fangs. Tichron held the balance, and knew it.
"Start bargaining," he suggested.
"I'll deal with you," said Credus quickly. "I have the girl, Amyth. She's yours ... if...."
Tichron licked dry lips. His cold eyes questioned Wilding.