We had no opportunity to speak secretly. Molo or Meka, or that rat-faced guard, were always too near us; and Molo kept me busy with computations of our course. We rounded the Moon. We gathered with the Wandl fleet some twenty thousand miles above the lunar surface, and I watched that ship descend and land. Like Grantline, I wondered what for. Molo gave me no hint. I saw, through his 'scope, bloated figures in pressure suits unloading mechanisms. They seemed to be placing huge contact-discs in a circle on the lunar rocks. It was reminiscent of the Wandl gravity station, and the contact-beam which Molo had planted in Great-New York. Then at last the girls had an opportunity to whisper to me. A swift phrase came from Anita. "Gregg! Snap is alive. Hiding on board." I gasped. Snap alive? "Planning to rescue us. You and he can capture the _Star-Streak_!" "Anita! Tell me how." "No more now! Our room below--he's near it. He spoke to us." No more. She moved away from me. But it was enough. Snap alive! I recalled that when he fell beside the ship, no one had bothered to go down after the body, and at that time the hull-ports were open. After a time Meka took the girls below. I sat with Molo, gazing down at the dark and gloomy surface of the Moon. I had finished the mathematical work Molo had given me. My thoughts were with Anita and Venza, down in their cabin now with Meka. Perhaps even now Snap was joining them. I hardly heard Molo's low, muttered curses, as he set his lenses for a slight alteration of our slow circular course among the Wandl fleet. "That fellow at my gravity-shifts acts like a nitwit. He has them disarranged." It snapped me to sudden alertness. "Something wrong, Molo? Nonsense!" "These men of my crew answer my controls too slowly. They should jump when my signals come." The plates suddenly shifted normally, but there had been an interval of delay. Molo was puzzled and annoyed. My heart pounded as I wondered if he would investigate. But he did not. "You had better sleep, Haljan. Take advantage now; we shall have action presently. Did you figure our emerging curve?" I shoved my computations across the table to him. "There." "You are quick, Haljan." "We should emerge from the Moon's shadow in about two hours." "But I will not hold that course. We're staying close near here with the other vessels, but I want some velocity always. Take your sleep, Haljan." I stretched on the narrow floor mattress. The turret was silent. I was aroused from a doze by Molo's activities in the turret. The girls and Meka were still below. The ever-silent Venusian, squatting in the turret corner, still had his gun upon me. I saw that Grantline's ships, over a wide fan-shaped spread, were advancing.