 Had Starre not been able to rescue herself, Parker, and Queazy, what would have likely happened to them after the Saylor brothers attack?
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Planet Stories Summer 1945. "Now all we have to do is find out if she's made of tungsten, iron, quartz crystals, and cinnabar! While Queazy—so called because his full name was Quentin Zuyler—dropped the ship straight down to the smooth surface of the asteroid, and clamped it tight with magnetic grapples, Bob flung open the lazarette, brought out two space-suits. Moments later, they were outside the ship, with star-powdered infinity spread to all sides. And if The Interplanetary Hauling & Moving Co., hadn't been about to go on the rocks (chiefly due to the activities of Saylor & Saylor, a rival firm) neither Bob nor Queazy would have thought of sending an answering ethergram to Burnside stating that they would fill the order. And yet, if by some chance there was such a rigidly specified asteroid, their financial worries would be over. That they had actually discovered the asteroid, using their mass-detectors in a weight-elimination process, seemed like an incredible stroke of luck. Now that he and Queazy had found the asteroid, they were desperate to get it to its destination, for fear that the Saylor brothers might get wind of what was going on, and try to beat them out of their profits. Now they scuffed along the smooth-plane topside of the asteroid, the magnets in their shoes keeping them from stepping off into space. By the naked eye, they could see iron ore, quartz crystals, cinnabar, but he had the spectroscope and there was no reason why he shouldn't use it. The radiations from the sundered molecules traveled back up the beams to the atomic-whirl spectroscope. He and Queazy caught up with her on the side of the asteroid they hadn't yet examined. About twenty steps away was her small dumbbell-shaped ship, so shiny and unscarred that it reflected starlight in highlights from its curved surface. But to us—to me and Queazy here—it means our business. If we don't take this asteroid to Earth before June 2, we go back to Satterfield City and work the rest of our lives in the glass factories. A few hundred feet away, floating gently toward the asteroid, came another ship—a ship a trifle bigger than their own. "It's—it's very important that this—this asteroid stay right where it is," she said huskily. The big ship had landed, and little blue sparks crackled between the hull and the asteroid as the magnetic clamps took hold.
 They would have died from starvation or lack of oxygen.
 They would have eventually orbited back to their ship  They would have reached their ship for more oxygen .  They would have died from starvation or lack of oxygen.  They would have been lost in space alone forever.