Matt's forehead creased into a worried frown. "I don't know. I think
they're trying to complete the Rocket for a flight."
"But that's crazy!" Moe exploded. "They don't have the supplies, they
don't have the calculator power, they haven't got power for anything.
We've seen to that. Gasoline generators for their spotlights--nothing
else."
"I know, I know--it doesn't make sense." Matt shot a glance at Loevy,
crouched at a nearby fire, and he lowered his voice. "And there was
something Loevy said--about something more valuable than the ship
itself--Look, Moe, we don't know how far the Ship had gone before the
crash. Maybe all the calculations were completed."
Moe stared at the fire for a long moment. A tall, lanky man stumbled
up the trail by flashlight, sending down a shower of pebbles. He
stopped before the fire. "All quiet, Moe. They closed up shop after the
delegation left."
Moe nodded to the man. "Tell Mike to alert his men, Tommy. Get
everybody looking alive."
"What's up? Something about to break?"