A blue flash flared across the control board, momentarily blinding him. Jonner recoiled, only his webbed safety belt preventing him from plummeting from the control chair. He swung back anxiously to the dials, brushing futilely at the spots that swam before his eyes. He breathed a sigh of relief. The radio controls had operated. The atomic engines had ceased firing. Tentatively, cautiously, he reversed the lever. There was no blue flash this time, but neither did the dials quiver. He swore. Something had burned out in the radio controls. He couldn't reverse the tug. He punched the general alarm button viciously, and the raucous clangor of the bell sounded through the confines of the ship. One by one, the other crew members popped up to the control deck from below. He turned the controls over to Qoqol. "Take readings on that damn tug," Jonner ordered. "I think our cable broke. T'an, let's go take a look." When they got outside, they found about a foot of the one-inch cable still attached to the ship. The rest of it, drawn away by the tug before Jonner could cut acceleration, was out of sight. "Can it be welded, T'an?" "It can, but it'll take a while," replied the engineer slowly. "First, we'll have to reverse that tug and get the other end of that break." "Damn, and the radio control's burned out. I tried to reverse it before I sounded the alarm. T'an, how fast can you get those controls repaired?" "Great space!" exclaimed T'an softly. "Without seeing it, I'd say at least two days, Jonner. Those controls are complicated as hell." They re-entered the ship. Qoqol was working at his diagrams, and Serj was looking over his shoulder. Jonner took a heat-gun quietly from the rack and pointed it at Serj. "You'll get below, mister," he commanded grimly. "You'll be handcuffed to your bunk from here on out." "Sir?... I don't understand," stammered Serj. "Like hell you don't. You cut that cable," Jonner accused. Serj started to shrug, but he dropped his eyes. "They paid me," he said in a low tone. "They paid me a thousand solars." "What good would a thousand solars do you when you're dead, Serj ... dead of suffocation and drifting forever in space?" Serj looked up in astonishment. "Why, you can still reach Earth by radio, easy," he said. "It wouldn't take long for a rescue ship to reach us." "Chemical rockets have their limitations," said Jonner coldly. "And you don't realize what speed we've built up with steady acceleration. We'd head straight out of the system, and nothing could intercept us, if that tug had gotten too far before we noticed it was gone." He jabbed the white-faced doctor with the muzzle of the heat-gun. "Get below," he ordered. "I'll turn you over to Space Control at Mars." When Serj had left the control deck, Jonner turned to the others. His face was grave.