"And Hahn and Coniston. George Prince too. We are the only survivors."
While we divested ourselves of the Erentz suits, at his command, I
told him briefly of the _Planetara's_ fall. All had been killed on
board, save Anita and me. We had escaped, awaited his coming. The
treasure was here; we had located the Grantline camp, and were ready
to lead him to it.
Did he believe me? He listened quietly. He seemed not shocked at the
death of his comrades. Nor yet pleased: merely imperturbable.
I added with a sly, sidelong glance, "There were too many of us on the
_Planetara_. The purser had joined us and many of the crew. And there
was Miko's sister, the _Setta_ Moa--too many. The treasure divides
better among less."
An amused smile played on his thin gray lips. But he nodded. The fear
which had leaped at me was allayed by his next words.
"True enough, Haljan. He was a domineering fellow, Miko. A third of it
all was for him alone. But now...."
The third would go to this sub-leader, Potan! The implication was
obvious.