"Twenty or thirty thousand miles up, probably."
The stars and the Earth were visible over us. Somewhere up there,
disclosed by Grantline's instruments but not yet discernible to the
naked eye, Miko's reinforcements were hovering.
We lay for a moment in silence. It was horribly nerve straining. Miko
could be creeping up on us. Would he dare chance my sudden fire?
Creeping--or would he make a swift, unexpected rush?
The feeling that he was upon us abruptly swept me. I jumped to my
feet, against Anita's effort to hold me. Where was he now? Was my
imagination playing me tricks?...