s visible. The _Planetara_ lay bow-down,
wedged in a jagged cradle of Lunar rock. A miracle that the hull and
dome had held together.

"Anita, we must get out of here!"

I thought I was fully alert now. I recalled that the brigands had spoken
of having partly assembled their Moon equipment. If only we could find
suits and helmets!

"We must get out," I repeated. "Get to Grantline's camp."

"Their helmets are in the forward storage room, Gregg. I saw them
there."

She was staring at the fallen Miko and Moa. She shuddered and turned
away and gripped me. "In the forward storage room, by the port of the
emergency lock-exit."

If only the exit locks would operate! We must get out of here, but find
Snap first. Good old Snap! Would we find him lying dead?

We climbed from the slanting, fallen turret, over the wreckage of the
littered deck. It was not difficult, a lightness was upon us. The
_Planetara's_ gravity-magnetizers were dead: this was only the light
Moon-gravity pulling us.

"Careful, Anita. Don't jump too freely."

We leaped along the deck. The hiss of the escaping pressure was like a
clanging gong of warning to tell us to hurry. The hiss of death so
close!

"Snap--" I murmured.

"Oh, Gregg. I pray we may find him alive--!"

"And get out. We've got to rush it. Get out and find the Grantline
camp."

* * * * *

But how far? Which way? I must remember to take food and water. If the
helmets were equipped with admission ports. If we could find Snap. If
the exit locks would work to let us out.

With a fifteen foot leap we cleared a pile of broken deck chairs. A man
lay groaning near them. I went back with a rush. Not Snap! A steward. He
had been a brigand, but he was a steward to me now.

"Get up! This is Haljan. Hurry, we must get out of here. The air is
escaping!"

But he sank back and lay still. No time to find if I could help him:
there were Anita and Snap to save.

We found a broken entrance to one of the descending passages. I flung
the debris aside and cleared it. Like a giant of strength with only this
Moon-gravity holding me, I raised a broken segment of the superstructure
and heaved it back.

Anita and I dropped ourselves down the sloping passage. The interior of
the wrecked ship was silent and dim. An occasional passage light was
still burning. The passage and all the rooms lay askew. Wreckage
everywhere: but the double-dome and hull-shell had withstood th