Zola was already busily binding her father’s wound. Professor Palmer had just brought her some water and a supply of bandages from the first-aid chest. Fortunately, though Hakon was weak from loss of blood, his wound was found not to be serious. Hakon was staring intently groundward from his position by a window. Following his gaze, Robert saw a dense mob round the palace. Even at this height he could hear the Martians’ cries faintly. Evidently the rebel noblemen had succeeded well in working the masses up in revolt. Sadly Hakon viewed the disorder below. It was now clear that it would not be safe for him to return. “Let us all go to Earth, my dear father,” said Zola. “There we can be happy together.” The fugitive ruler pondered for many minutes, while the others maintained a respectful silence. Finally he sighed resignedly. A faint smile played over his countenance as he turned to his daughter. “Ah, my dear, I was a very foolish old man to think of letting you go alone. We shall, as you say, be far happier together. We shall have riches and contentment in this world of Robert’s--if, indeed, he and Professor Palmer will share a little of their fortune with us.” He smiled as he nodded toward the bullion stacked on the chamber floor. “You are the spokesman, Robert,” chuckled the professor. “The treasure is yours and Zola’s, sire, now that you are with us,” said Robert. “I have given it to you and Professor Palmer, my boy, and it remains yours, except for what small portion you might wish to assign me--and Dyarkon, if he decides to go with us. As for Zola, she will share with you as your bride. What say you, Dyarkon--do you wish to go with us?” “Oh, sire, I shall go if you desire it; but I was to have been married shortly. My heart is there.” He pointed below. “Then you shall be permitted to return, my man. Accept this, my present to your bride; and may you have great happiness.” He handed the guard a string of beautiful emeralds which he had been wearing. The faithful Martian was speechless with gratitude. “I suggest, then, that the treasure be divided into four equal parts,” said the professor, presently; “one quarter for each of us. There is sufficient wealth here to make every one of us overwhelmingly rich on Earth.” So it was agreed. The question of provisions was the next consideration. At Hakon’s orders, large quantities of evaporated fruits and vegetables had previously been placed within the cupboards of the _Sphere_. A goodly quantity of the _Sphere’s_ original supply of food tablets, etc., remained. Fortunately, too, the oxygen tanks contained enough gas to purify the air in the _Sphere_ for a long while. It only was necessary to replenish their water supply, when they could also leave Dyarkon.