Billy gulped.
“How’d you find out?”
“Get a move on you, slow boys!” the guard called out. “It is about time you were leaving the ship.”
As he spoke he turned his back carelessly on the two Americans. Epworth glanced at Billy; Billy nodded his head. Both edged up softly toward the guard.
“Out you go,” the guard shouted again. “Drop down and I will stay on top until she starts.”
With two bounds Epworth and Billy were on him. He was attacked unexpectedly and before he recovered the two had him on the floor of the airship, and his own gun sticking in his face.
“Not a word!” Epworth hissed.
“Not even a squeak,” Billy added.
The guard grinned up into their faces. It was a good natured smile and half disarmed them.
“I do not get the idea,” he said in a low voice. “Are you two contemplating a trip to the moon as a pleasure jaunt? If you hold me here ten minutes you will be on your way.”