The confusion from the storm was mingled now with the spreading alarm from the gravity station; the sound of the danger siren there was still audible behind us. As we advanced into what now seemed the outskirts of a city like Wor, with a pile of solid-looking metal structures ranging the horizon ahead, I saw a distant spaceship rise up and wing away. Wandl was proceeding with the dispatching of her space navy to oppose the distantly gathering ships of Earth, Venus, and Mars. No doubt with the wrecking of the control station, the masters of Wandl immediately recognized the paramount importance of the coming battle. The huge, globular, disc-like ship sailed high over us, rotating with the impulse of its rocket-streams. In a moment it was lost in the stars. And then another rose and followed it. There were many human figures in the air around us now. I mounted higher, and Snap with the girls followed me. The figures, intent upon their own affairs, did not seem to heed us. Molo's vessel lay alone upon a low metal cradle. No other ship was near it; but half a mile away on both sides we could see others resting on their stages. Lights were moving around and upon them, but the _Star-Streak_ was dark and neglected. We poised a thousand feet over her, and to one side. I saw her as a long, low, pointed vessel, dead gray in color, longer than the _Cometara_, and seemingly narrower, but very similar in aspect. "Meka and I are supposed to be gathering our crew," said Molo. "No one bothers with my vessel. Will you take me to Wor now to get Meka?" "I will not." Snap was drifting down with the girls. They were near us. His arm waved at me with a gesture. And then came the muffled tone of his voice: "Shall we drop down, Gregg?" "Yes, but cautiously. Have your gun ready." Molo protested, "I would like to take Meka with us, and a few of my crew. You will have trouble handling the _Star-Streak_, just us three men." "We'll take our chances." We dropped swiftly down upon the dark and vacant platform. The gray hull of the _Star-Streak_ loomed beside us, her dome arched still higher. An inclined catwalk went up to her opened deck-port. "I'll go first," I said softly to Snap. "Come quickly after me. Watch out: there might be someone on board." Venza still clung to her weapon. Mine was in my hand as I lifted Molo. And, ignoring the incline, bounded the thirty feet for the deck-port. I landed safely, and stood Molo upon his feet. "Don't you move," I admonished him sternly. He stood docilely against the cabin wall of the superstructure. No one here. We had thought there might easily be one or two workers on board.