The brake-rockets in the bow were gone. The ship was crippled, almost impossible to handle. And the dark green jungles of Vesta's surface were rushing upward with appalling speed. Kenniston's frantic efforts brought the _Sunsprite_ out of the spin. By firing the lateral rockets, he kept it falling tail-downward. "We're goners!" yelled someone in the stricken ship. "We're going to crash!" Air was screaming outside the plummeting ship. Kenniston, his hands superhumanly tense on the throttles, mechanically estimated their distance from the uprushing green jungles. He glimpsed a little black lake in the jungle, and near it the big circle of an electrified stockade. He recognized it--John Dark's camp! Then, a thousand feet above the jungle, Kenniston's hands jerked open the throttles. The tail rockets spouted fire downward. Sickening shock of the sudden check almost hurled him away from the controls. His hands jabbed the throttles in and out with lightning rapidity, checking their further fall with one quick burst after another. A sound of rending branches--a staggering sidewise shock that flung him from his feet. A jarring thump, then silence. They had landed. CHAPTER IV The Vestans Kenniston picked himself up groggily. The others in the bridge had been thrown against walls or floor by the shock, but seemed no more than bruised. Holk Or was nursing his burned arm. But Hugh Murdock, staggering in a corner, still held his atom-pistol trained on Kenniston and the Jovian. "My God, what a landing!" exclaimed Captain Walls, his plump face still white. "I thought we were done for." "Maybe we still are," Murdock said grimly. He said savagely to Kenniston, "You think you've won, don't you? Because you've managed to crash us on this asteroid where your pirate boss is waiting?" "Listen, Murdock--," Kenniston began desperately. "Keep your hands up or I'll kill you both!" blazed Murdock. "March down to the main cabin." Kenniston and the Jovian obeyed. The _Sunsprite_ was lying sharply canted on its side, and it was difficult to scramble down through the tilted passageways and decks to the big main cabin. The cabin was a scene of confusion, for it was impossible to stand upright on its tilted floor. Young Arthur Lanning had been stunned, and Gloria Loring and the scared blonde girl, Alice Krim, were bathing his bruised forehead. Robbie Boone was peering wildly through a porthole at the sunlit tangle of green jungle outside. From Mrs. Milsom came a shrill, steady wail of terror. "Stop that screeching," Murdock told the dumpy dowager brutally. "You're not hurt. Gloria, are you others all right?" Gloria raised her white face from her task. "Only bruised, Hugh." She did not look at Kenniston or the big Jovian as she spoke. Robbie Boone's teeth were chattering. "Murdock, what are we going to do? We're wrecked, on this hellish jungle asteroid--"