Captain Walls was the first to speak. Quietly, the plump master of the _Sunsprite_ extended his hand. "Kenniston, will you shake hands with me? And will you forgive me for everything? You did absolutely right. I'm an old space-man and I _know_ what gravitation-paralysis is." Gloria's dark eyes were glimmering with tears. "If we'd only known," she murmured to Kenniston. "No one could blame you for sacrificing a lot of worthless idlers like us, for a thing like this." "But you're going to be all right--all of you," Kenniston assured her. "John Dark will make you pay a big ransom, but you can afford that and you'll get back safely to Earth." "Thank Heaven for that!" exclaimed Mrs. Milsom. "I can't understand all this scientific talk of yours, but I do know that that pirate chief means no good to me. Didn't you see the lustful looks he gave me?" The laugh that greeted this lessened the tension. Kenniston turned as Ricky plucked at his arm. "What about ourselves, Lance?" Ricky asked quietly. "Dark still won't let us go, you know. He still needs me as a doctor." Hugh Murdock stepped forward. "Dark would let you both go, for a big enough ransom. I'd like to pay it for you." The handsomeness of Murdock's gesture moved Kenniston. He was only able to mutter his thanks. * * * * * While Ricky was treating Captain Walls' burned arm, the officer kept looking fascinatedly at that square bottle of milky fluid. He said hesitantly, "I've a son--back on Earth. For five years he's lain in a cot from the gravitation-paralysis that hit him out on Jupiter. Do you suppose--" Ricky nodded. "Yes, Captain. I'm sure that we can cure him, now." There was an uproar out in the clearing. Kenniston went to the door and looked out. The electric wall had temporarily been dropped, and Kin Ibo and the main body of the pirates were hastily entering the camp with their improvised power-sledges that bore heavy loads of machinery and materials. Kenniston heard Kin Ibo reporting shrilly to John Dark, "We lost two men to the Vestans on the way here--and nearly lost two more! All this activity has drawn them from all over the asteroid! Look at that!" Outside the electric wall, which had been hastily re-raised, could be glimpsed the shapes of lurking asteroidal animals. Meteor-rats, big striped cats, flame-birds--and every one of those lurking animals bore attached to its neck one of the little gray Vestan parasites. John Dark was saying harshly, "We've got to have the rest of those materials to repair the _Falcon_." "I tell you, it'd be suicide to try another trip through those jungles!" expostulated the Martian. "Those Vestans are devils!" "Bah, you Martians are all alike--no good when your superstitions get aroused," snorted Dark contemptuously. "I'll take the men down myself. Come on, men--unload those sledges and we'll go back to the wreck."