THEY RESTED IN THE lee of the escarpment, safe from the howling wind, huddling out of the way of the rocks and snow-clots that went spinning by from the fury of the storm.
“Now what?” Caxton asked.
Tom Headley glanced at the gauges below the level of his chin, watched the needles carefully.
“God!” he said. “This place is a storehouse of minerals and elements. We’ll have no trouble getting money for an expedition.”
“Damn it!” Rage knotted Caxton’s voice until it was a thin screech. “Who cares about that; do you find any traces of kronalium?”
Headley watched a single dial, turned slowly, studying the line of cliff-base at his left. “Close by,” he said. “It must be a big deposit, for the needle doesn’t waver.”
“Then let’s get to it!” Caxton came to his feet, towered over his squatting p
