 What did Casey probably learn from this experience?
How could any—" The senior judge rapped ferociously, and I skidded to a halt. Those emeralds were in the inner shrine of the super-sacred, super-secret temple of the cavern-dwelling tribe of Killicuts on Mars—the real aborigines. Casey Ritter lost his nerve, and along with it, the chance of a lifetime. I could hardly wait for morning to come, so that I could pry more information out of Pard Hoskins. There were a few bits of info that Pard had to shell out, like where the emeralds were, and how to communicate with those scorpions, and how he'd made Akroida mad.
 Never trust a crook
 Never give up on your friends  Never trust a crook  Always listen carefully to instructions  Don't judge others by how they look