"So you all three have decided to be murderers?" I retorted. "One of us I should have thought was enough--contaminating damn business--" My bitter words brought a burst from Alan. "So what can I do?" he flung at me; but still he did not look at me. "You think I want to live here on this God-forsaken little world--and die maybe in a day? Or go back to Earth? Dr. Livingston would have turned me over--you know he would--" One crime with such ghastly fecundity begets another! Heaven knows I could hardly blame the boy. He was only sixteen; pushed into desperation. "What will he do?" Duroh grinned. "Why, that's easy, isn't it, Alan? He'll go back to earth--rich. When you're rich--you can bribe officials. Or, at worst, you can't be hunted like a sewer rat as he was before. Money buys hiding places, clothes and food. Easy to hide out, when you've got the decimars." "And me?" I persisted. "You need my help now? All right--let's say I'll give it. And then what?" "When we get back to earth we'll turn you loose," he smiled. "Why not? You can hunt us all you like. We'll be gone." Was that their plan for me? I doubted it a great deal. But I could see no reason now to balk them. Certainly it was to my interest to find the Xalite, get it aboard and start back. With Alan to help me--or possibly even alone, for that matter--I could navigate back to earth. The landing there, on one of the big flying fields, would be far less difficult than here. Meanwhile, I would watch my chance. And get a word alone with Alan if I could. I was still convinced that he wasn't the same stripe as these other two cold-blooded villains. * * * * * Duroh was questioning me now, and I answered him freely. A fairly rich deposit of the Xalite should be somewhere near here where we had landed. It would exist, probably as a strata in the metallic rock--not recognizable perhaps with the naked eye, but identifiable with the portable spectroscope. "And with a pick and shovel we dig it out?" Duroh said. "You damn sure better find it, Taine, if you know what's good for you." "I will if I can," I agreed. Carruthers came back. "Come on down and rig up this gadget, Taine. Then we'll get on some heavy clothes and make a start." Docilely I let them shove me down past our dim living quarters, into the base storeroom. I saw now that Carruthers had a heat-gun clipped to his belt with his knife. Alan apparently was unarmed. Dr. Livingston, I knew, had brought some weapons. They were in his sleeping room--more than these cut-throats had taken--but I had no way of getting to them now. In the base-room I rigged the small spectroscope, with its lenses, prisms and batteries. Duroh brought us heavy trousers, boots, mackinaws and heavy caps. "Now," he said, "we're about ready, aren't we? If that air out there is no good, we'll have to go through the midsection air-lock, with air-helmets. That the idea, Taine?"