"Yes. No! I must get that sheet of Hahn's last figures."
"Are they checked?"
"Yes." I picked the sheet up from my desk. "Hahn is fairly accurate,
Moa."
"A fool, nevertheless. An apprehensive fool."
A comradeship seemed coming between us. It was my purpose to establish
it.
"Are we going to maroon Dr. Frank with the passengers?" I asked.
"Yes."
"But he may be of use to us."
Moa shook her head decisively. "My brother has decided not. We will be
well rid of Dr. Frank. Are you ready, Gregg?"
"Yes."
She opened the door. Her gesture reassured the lookout, who was
alertly watching the stern watchtower.
I stepped out, and followed her forward along the deck, which now was
bright with the radiance of the nearby asteroid.