A junior space officer hid a grin and murmured, "Looks like the Planeteers
still have the asteroid."
O’Brine bent over the communicator and yelled, "Deputy commander! Launch
landing boats. Get those Planeteers and bring them here, under armed
guard. Ram it!"
The snapper-boat pilot through whose circuit Rip had yelled turned to look
wide-eyed at his gunner. "Did you hear that? Throw a light down on the
asteroid. It must have come from there."
The gunner threw a switch and a searchlight port opened in the boat’s
belly. Its beam searched downward, swept past, then steadied on two
space-clad figures.
"It worked," Rip said tiredly. He closed his eyes to guard them against
the brilliant glare, then waved his good arm.
Santos called from the cave entrance. "Sir, landing boats are being
launched!"
"Bring out the prisoners," Rip ordered. "Line them up. Planeteers fall in
behind them."
The landing boats, with snapper-boats in watchful attendance, blasted down
to the surface of the asteroid. Spacemen jumped out, awkward at first on
the no-weight surface. An officer glided to meet Rip, and he had a pistol
in his hand.
"It’s all right," Rip told him. "The Connies are our prisoners. You won’t
need guns."