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"Well, come on, then, and tell it to the others too!" he growled.

"Which others?"

"Who on board this ship would dare oppose your commands—except the two Arkonides?"



For Captain Chaney the flight presented conflicting emotions. He commanded Guppy Number Five. He
had taken off at nine-twenty ship time fromStardust II together with the seven other Guppies. He had set
his automatic pilot on the course predetermined by Rhodan’s calculations and had proceeded according
to his instructions to a position which was no more than a distance of one astronomical unit from the orbit
of the fifteenth Vega planet.

He stopped at this point and began to wait, conforming to his orders. At first he had thought that
something was going to happen in the next few hours; but hours passed and nothing happened except
that the fifteenth planet of Vega, which had been thirty million miles distant at his arrival, moved away a
few more miles.

Captain Chaney stretched out and tried to sleep without much success. Then he got up again and stared
with smarting eyes at the monitor screens of the optical scanners and structure field sensors.

Captain Chaney had not often had the opportunity to fly such a ship as this. He knew the ship very
thoroughly but his knowledge stemmed more from his intensive hypno-training than from flying practice.

Chaney had piloted a few cruising flights in the Terrestrial solar system and this experience in itself had
considerably affected his outlook. Only eighteen months before that event he had believed—while flying
his supersonic jet plane as a first lieutenant—that it would be decades till man would reach Mars or
Venus with his flaming rockets.

There were moments when he thought he was dreaming. At times he tried to convince himself that his
experiences could not be real. Then an alarm signal would shrill or a range finder would begin to hum
with blinking lamps—and he was back in reality again.

I am a dreamer, he thought, feeling tired.

"Orientation Section to Commander!" a harsh voice bellowed. "Unidentified object on zero-one-eight
degrees horizontal—two-six-six vertical."

Chaney perked up. He moved the lines on the scale below the centre screen to 180H and 2660V. The
screen flickered and came to rest again. A glistening point showed up in its centre. It was changing its
luminosity at regular intervals.

"What is that?" Chaney asked gruffly.

"Can’t make it out, sir."
"Velocity?"

"Fourteen miles per second, sir. Coming in our direction."