Kenniston saw John Dark coming across the moonslit clearing toward them. The notorious pirate was a tall, bulky Earthman, but he walked with the lightfootedness of a cat in his moonshoes. His black hair was bare, and in the silver light his black-browed, intelligent face was coldly calm as his eyes searched the row of prisoners. "So you finally got here, Kenniston. What about the repair-equipment?" he asked sharply. Kenniston nodded toward the _Sunsprite_. "It's in the hold. We got everything you listed." "Good!" Dark approved. "We saw your ship crash-landing today, and started this way at once. We've been beating through the jungle, fighting off the damned Vestans, until we heard the uproar going on here. What happened? Who are these people?" Kenniston explained briefly how he had induced Gloria Loring's party to come on a pretended treasure-hunt. He was careful to stress the wealth of the party, and John Dark reacted as he had expected. "If they're that wealthy, their families can pay big ransoms. You've done very well, Kenniston." "What about Ricky?" asked Kenniston tensely. "He's all right?" "Sure he's all right--he's up at the camp," Dark answered. Gloria said bitterly to Kenniston, "You can congratulate yourself. You've managed to save your brother." John Dark addressed her. "Miss Loring, I presume you and your companions are willing to pay ransom for your crew also? I never take prisoners, unless they promise a good profit." "Yes, of course we'll pay the ransom of the crew!" Gloria agreed hastily. "Good!" said the pirate calmly. "You'll not find your captivity any more irksome than necessary." Mrs. Milsom, the dumpy chaperon, was goggling at the notorious pirate in an extreme of terror. A sardonic gleam came into Dark's eyes as he glanced at her. "You're a handsome wench," he told the plump dowager with mock admiration. "I've half a mind to keep you and let the ransom go." "No, no!" shrieked the terrified woman. Dark burst into a roar of laughter. "All right, my shrinking beauty, we'll accept ransom for you." He turned and shot efficient orders to his subordinates, who by now had gathered behind him. "Get that stuff out of the hold, rig up power-sledges, and start freighting it up to the camp. You'll have to cut a path through the jungle--use atom-blasters to burn one out." One of the pirates, a hard-faced Martian, said uneasily, "That will make a racket that'll bring every Vestan on the asteroid down on us." "You can keep the Vestans off if you keep your eyes open," Dark retorted. "Get to work, now! We've got to get the stuff up there and repair the _Falcon_ at once. I'll take these prisoners up to camp." Kenniston was grouped with the other prisoners. With a strong escort of armed pirates guarding them, and Dark and Holk Or ahead, they started through the jungle toward the pirate camp. CHAPTER VI Asteroid Horror