His frenzied hands moved over the controls.
"Keep going! Keep up full speed! Make sure that we get there ahead of
them!" Lurton Zimbardo's voice was even and controlled, but it was
obvious that he was barely containing his volatile fury. His commands
were not to be questioned. His nostrils flared, the muscles around his
lips were taut, he kept his fists clenched and pounded a persistent
rhythm on his ship's control panel. His breath sounded as if he could
inhale and exhale the room's entire atmosphere. It was only his iron
self-control that kept his crew from giving in to their fears.
Behind them just moments away Starman David "Zip" Foster's ship, the
Star Ranger, was closing the gap. The pursuit had been going on for two
days, since the Silver Spear had blasted off from Eagle City on Mars
and escaped while the rest of the pirates were rounded up by Earth's
forces. Zip Foster, accompanied by Starmen Mark Seaton and Joe Taylor
and their companion Steve Cliff, had followed less than fifteen minutes
later. The brief lead that Lurton Zimbardo's ship had was enough to
keep the Silver Spear out of the clutches of their pursuers, but not by
much. The crew of the Spear was suffering acutely from sleeplessness
and mounting anxiety.
Only days earlier, Lurton Zimbardo had been second-in-command under
Troy Putnam.
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