"We'll have to step up
our exercises if we're going to maintain muscle tone."
"Nothing fancy, but everything we need," said one of St. George's men
after a quick look around the rooms.
"For a long stay, maybe," said another.
"'K'intrishian' means 'wait,' if I remember correctly, Mark," said Joe.
"That's thirty-three points for you," responded the tall Starman.
Time passed. From the window in the wall of the asteroid, the three
Starmen looked down and saw a buzz of activity. About two dozen ships
were docked on the field, and workers were still hovering around tables
in the work center.
"Here comes another one," said Joe, as a spacecraft passed into view
from the large tunnel that led to the outside.
"How many is that since we've been here?" asked Mark. "Six?"
"Yes, six in less than twenty-four hours," stated Zip.
The Starmen chafed under the burden of their powerlessness. They had
already scoured the rooms carefully and found no sign of weakness they
could exploit. Their food was delivered through an automated shaft that
they could find no way of using as an escape route. They had neither
seen nor spoken to anyone since Spelford had brought them to their
prison.
Once again Zip looked out the window. "This place is amazing! This
could not have been anticipated by anyone! It must have been quite a
shock when you found this asteroid, George.
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