“It is, no doubt,” Rankin said quietly. “We ought to have the pass-words. When we are in control of this ship....”
It sent a shiver through me. Were they planning to try and seize the Planetara? Now? It seemed so.
“Johnson undoubtedly memorized them,” Moa was saying. “When we get him out––”
“Hahn is to do that, at the signal.” Miko added, “George could do it better, perhaps.”
And then I heard George Prince for the first time. He murmured, “I will try.”
“No need,” said Miko. “I praise where praise is deserved. And I have little praise for you now, George!”
I could not see what happened. A look, perhaps, which Prince could not avoid giving this man he had come to hate. Miko doubtless saw it, and the Martian’s hot anger leaped.
Rankin said hurriedly, “Stop that!”
And Moa: “Let him alone! Sit down, you fool!”