"Maybe they haven't. Anyway, there's only one place we can land."
The ship lunged straight for the mountain wall!
"Are you crazy? Watch out—we'll crash!"
"You leave the flying to me," Crystal snapped.
She held the ship in its glide, aiming directly for the tangled foliage of the mountain face. Brian yelped and cowered instinctively back. The lush green of the mountainside swirled up to meet them. They ripped through the foliage—there was no crash. They burst through into a huge, brilliantly lighted cavern and settled to a perfect landing. Men came running. Crystal tumbled out of her ship.
"Douse those lights," she shouted. "The police are outside."
A tall, lean man with bulbous eyes and a face like a startled horse, rushed up to Crystal.
"What do you mean by leading them here?" he yelled, waving his hands.
"They jumped us when we had no fuel, and quit acting like an idiot."
The man was shaking, his eyes looked wild. "They'll kill us. We've got to get out of here."