"I am going to blow up the ship," he said.
Instantly the work of clearing the field stopped. Through the haze of poison air that surrounded the planet, Cobber could see them wheel into a semi-circle not more than thirty yards away from him and the airlock that he held.
Wilson's tank rumbled a few feet forward from the semi-circle.
"You don't dare shoot, Cobber," he said quietly. "You're outnumbered thirty to one."
"Stand back! All of you!" Cobber shouted into the mike. "I'll blow up the first one that moves!"
"Don't be a fool, Cobber," Wilson said. "There's enough catalytic rock stored in the ship for all of us. I can make you a rich man. Put down those guns and we'll forget what has happened. Put down those guns."
"This ship is not going back to Earth," Cobber said.
"Put down those guns, Cobber!" Wilson shouted. "You can't win!"
Cobber turned the knob and shut off Wilson's loud voice. He then opened one of the dinatro bombs that lay beside him, unscrewed the cap and tossed it into the back of the car with the other neatly stacked-up explosives.
"Ten seconds!" he yelled.