"CAPTAIN ALDEN" MAKES GOOD The crash of shattered glass mingled with the volley flung by the murderously spitting automatic of the stowaway.

From the forward companion, at the top of the ladder, "Captain Alden" fired--one shot only.
No second shot was needed.

For the attacker, grunting, lunged forward, fell prone, sprawled on the down-slanting plates of the take-off platform.

His pistol skidded away, clattering, over the buffed metal.
"As neat a shot as the other's was bad," calmly remarked the Master, brushing from his sleeve some glittering splinters of glass.

A lurch of _Nissr_ threw him against the rail.