"Anita, run! Try and keep your feet." I slid the outer panel and pushed at Anita. Simultaneously the brigands opened the inner porte. The air came with a tempestuous rush. A blast through the inner porte--through the little pressure-lock--a wild rush out to the airless Moon. All the air in the ship madly rushing to escape.... Like feathers we were blown with it. I recall an impression of the hurtling brigand figures and swift-flying rocks under me. A silent crash as I struck. Then soundless, empty blackness. CHAPTER XXXVIII _Triumph!_ "Is he conscious? We'd better take him back, get his helmet off." "It's over. We can get back now. Venza, dear, we've won--it's over." "He hears us!" "Gregg!" "He hears us--he's all right!" I opened my eyes. I lay on the rocks. Over my helmet other helmets were peering, and faint, familiar voices mingled with the roaring in my ears. "--back to the camp and get his helmet off." "Are his motors smooth? Keep them right, Snap--he must have good air." I seemed unhurt. But Anita.... She was here. "Gregg, dear one!" Anita safe! All four of us here on the Earthlit rocks, close outside the brigand ship. "Anita!" She held me, lifted me. I was uninjured. I could stand; I staggered up and stood swaying. The brigand ship, a hundred feet away, loomed dark and silent, a lifeless bulk, already empty of air, drained in that mad blast outward. Like the wreck of the _Planetara_--a dead, pulseless hulk already. We four stood together, triumphant. The battle was over. The brigands were worsted, almost the last man of them dead or dying. No more than ten or fifteen had been available for that final assault upon the camp buildings. Miko's last strategy. I think perhaps he had intended, with his few remaining men, to take the ship and make away, deserting his fellows. All on the ship, caught unhelmeted by the explosion, were dead long since. I stood listening to Snap's triumphant account. It had not been difficult for the flying platforms to hunt down the attacking brigands on the open rocks. We had only lost one more platform. Human hearts beat sometimes with very selfish emotions. It was a triumphant ending for us, and we hardly gave a thought that half of Grantline's little group had perished. We huddled on Snap's platform. It rose, lurching drunkenly, barely carrying us. And as we headed for the Grantline buildings, where still the rift in the wall had not quite broken, there came the final triumph. Miko had been aware of it, and knew he had lost. Grantline's search-light leaped upward, swept the sky, caught its sought-for object--a huge silver cylinder, bathed brightly in the white search-beam glare. The police-ship from Earth! CHAPTER XXXIX _My Exit_