With one last glance at the white-faced princess, Ross nodded shortly
to Moore. They strode to their ship without a backward glance. At a
curt order the helmsman took her off, and in seconds the two figures on
Peak Four's platform had dwindled to specks.
"You can come back," Moore grunted.
"Think so?"
"Sure. When the Council hears what you've done they'll give you twenty
years' leave. With pay."
Ross smiled. And the smile lingered as he turned to Jorgens to dictate
a message for the Earth. The rocket ship droned on through space.