I think that poor Snap must have fainted. He was silent. I called, “Stop! I will do what you command.”
Miko jeered, “That is good. A bargain, if you and Dean obey me. Disarm him, Prince, and bring him out.”
Miko moved back into the helio-room. On the deck Coniston was advancing, but cautiously, mistrustful of me.
“Gregg.”
George Prince flung a leg over the casement and leaped lightly into the dim chart-room. His small slender figure stood beside me, clung to me.
“Gregg.”
A moment, while we stood there together. No ray was upon us. Coniston could not see us, nor could he hear our whispers.
“Gregg.”
A different voice; its throaty, husky quality gone. A soft pleading. “Gregg––