Then he said frankly, 'Obviously, we can't let that develop into a take-over by Hewitt. What do you think?'

Lesbee said, 'I agree. Do you mind if I offer some advice?'

'Go ahead.'

'What Hewitt has done is arouse hope. So we'll have to go take a look at Earth. These wild people won't believe anything but their own eyes. Now, since it is to your interest to continue to pursue the original purpose of the voyage,' – that was nicely worded, it seemed to Lesbee – 'I suggest the following: appear to accept Hewitt without argument. Agree to go to Earth. That will take the pressure off you right now. Later, we can discuss what to do next.'

The apparent frankness of the discussion greatly relieved Gourdy. Once more he regretted that there seemed to be no way that justified his leaving Lesbee alive. But it was out of the question. The situation aboard the ship had become too complex. Mercy was not practicable.

Because he was a man in a hurry, Gourdy said quickly, 'I'll have Mr. Tellier assigned an upper-level cabin and I shall return his wife to him also. And I'll do what you suggest as soon as I can brief my own men.'

He broke the connection and stood up briskly. His confidence was back as he went out to where the women were finishing breakfast. He at once informed Ann Lesbee that she would return to her husband.

To his surprise, she burst into tears and showed visible unwillingness to leave. The other three women also wept. Ruth and Ilsa accompanied Ann into the second bedroom to help her get her things.

Marianne berated her husband. 'It's not fair!' she sobbed, but there was anger in her voice. 'We women have so little. You shouldn't send her away.'

Since Gourdy was merely making a move as in a game, he considered the reactions he had observed with puzzled interest. 'Look,' he said, 'I'm returning her to her handsome husband. What more can a woman want?'

'You're just talking silly!' said Marianne tearfully.

Gourdy couldn't wait to find out what was silly. But as he hurried out to deal with the severe emergency of Hewitt's arrival, it seemed to him that the last thing he had time for was the problem presented by a group of crying women.

'Now why,' thought Lesbee, 'does Gourdy want me to go up to my cabin right away, merely because my wife is being sent there?'

He decided not to go. It would be too easy to imprison him up there without anyone knowing.

As he reasoned it then, Lesbee pictured Captain Gourdy as trying to neutralize him till the situation in the dormitory was brought under control. When that was done, Gourdy would have to decide whom he would kill. He would need somebody to help him run the ship. As Lesbee saw it, it would be safer for Gourdy to use Miller and other Browne followers than himself. Because, apart from Miller's greater competence and training, the former first officer had it in his favor that he had never aspired to the captaincy. That, it seemed to Lesbee, would now be decisive in the mind of Gourdy. So it was he and his supporters who were doomed.

If the murders were done quietly following the excitement below, and if the arrangements with Miller were clear cut, then in a single decisive act the brilliant little former garden worker would have reduced his opponents once more to one: the stranger, Averill Hewitt.

...With so much attention focused on the intruder, probably Hewitt was temporarily safe... It seemed to Lesbee that a clue to the intensity of Gourdy's desperation would be the speed with which he released Tellier -

Even as he had the thought, Tellier walked into the engine room.

Silently, the two friends shook hands. Lesbee made sure the spy signal was not flashing, then he asked in a deliberate tone: 'Ready?'

Tellier's face took on a shocked expression. He said, 'You mean – right now!'

'Now.'

'But we're a hundredth of a light-year away – you said. And we must still be traveling at practically the speed of light.'

'It'll certainly take longer to slow down in the lifeboat than in the ship,' said Lesbee. 'But we've got to do it.'

'Oh!' Then: 'What about our wives?'

Lesbee was startled. He had not anticipated such near twelfth-hour objections. Impatient, tense, he caught Tellier's arm, pulled him. 'We can't wait!'

Tellier held back. 'I hate to leave Lou.'

'She'll lose you one way or the other. If you stay, you'll be killed-'

'She won't understand.'

So much concern over a woman was alien to Lesbee. 'Since when has a woman ever understood anything!' he said irritably.

There must have been some sensibleness in that for Tellier, for he abandoned that line of resistance. Yet he still hesitated. He looked very downcast. 'I guess I just can't bring myself to leave the ship,' he confessed. 'Why don't you stay and fight Gourdy scientifically?'

'Because the mass of the people aboard are for Gourdy,'

'You could kill him outright. After all, he took the ship from you.'

'Then I'd have to fight it out with his henchmen. Besides, if I killed him, then I might be subject to trial on Earth. I don't want to risk that. I've had my fill of being out in space.'

'But there must be something we can do against an ignoramus like Gourdy, with all the power equipment on this ship!'

'Look!' said Lesbee, 'you can't do anything, not anything, without support. My rebellion against Browne had almost everybody's sanction. Gourdy's rebellion against me was a surprise. But people were relieved and accepted it when Gourdy announced Earth was our destination. They still haven't realized that he can't go there, and we have no quick way of convincing them. Until they understand that, they'll never back another rebellion -'

'You make it all sound as if what that mob down there thinks or feels actually has some influence.'

'When they know what they want, it makes all the difference.'

'Then how come they stood for all this nonsense all these years?'

'Because they didn't think of it as nonsense – that's why.'

'Then they're not very bright.'

'True. But now they want to go to Earth and nothing can stop them. I don't want to be in the middle when the man who can't go – Gourdy – tries to hold them back. Smart as he is, he's so suspicious he won't think of it as a mass movement. And so, if he hasn't already killed us for other reasons – he'll kill us then because he'll think we're inciting the crowd against him. So let's go, man!'

The expression on Tellier's face had been softening for some seconds. Suddenly, the admiration was back. He grabbed Lesbee's arm in a spontaneous gesture of affection. 'You really have thought everything out,' he said. 'John, you're a marvel.'

He hesitated no longer but began to walk toward the door. 'After all,' he said, 'if you're right, they'll be landing on Earth and I'll see Lou then.'

Out in the corridor, Lesbee caught Tellier's sleeve, urging him forward. The two men broke into a run. They ran all the way to the airlock and climbed into the landing craft that Lesbee had surreptitiously readied. The machine, like the others, was fitted into a compartment in one of the walls. They settled breathlessly into the twin control chairs, and Lesbee pressed the switch that triggered the launch sequence.

The outer door of the big ship began to unscrew. Simultaneously, the inner door opened. The small craft slid out of its cradle and was propelled forward into the airlock. The inner door closed behind it. The air pumps started and swiftly sucked the air out of the lock.

As the outer door swung open a minute later, a powerful spring mechanism catapulted the small craft with the two men in it into space. When they had drifted several miles, Lesbee started the forward drives. Instantly, they began to decelerate. Off to one side, the Hope of Man visible only by the dark shadow it made against the stars – seemed to forge ahead.