BOB PARKER DIDN’T ANSWER. The big ship had landed, and little blue sparks crackled between the hull and the asteroid as the magnetic clamps took hold. A few seconds later, the airlocks swung down, and five men let themselves down to the asteroid’s surface and stood surveying the three who faced them.
The two men in the lead stood with their hands on their hips; their darkish, twin faces were grinning broadly.
“A pleasure,” drawled Wally Saylor, looking at the girl. “What do you think of this situation Billy?”
“It’s obvious,” drawled Billy Saylor, rocking back and forth on his heels, “that Bob Parker and company have double-crossed us. We’ll have to take steps.”
The three men behind the Saylor twins broke into rough, chuckling laughter.
Bob Parker’s gorge rose. “Scram,” he said coldly.
