"But not here at this farm. Too many people knew where I was. Charteris, folk in the town--" "Oh, no," said Tauncer, "not here. Fast scout. The ship that brought me to Earth ahead of your squadron. It's been waiting out beyond radar range. It will take us all off." Now, thought Kirk, I know why he's been so confident. He's been planning for time. "You sent word to the scout-ship?" "Yes," said Tauncer. "On the porto, right after I beamed your house. I was sure you'd be unconscious." Over Kirk's shoulder, Garstang said sharply, "When will it land?" Tauncer made a vague movement as though trying to get his arm around where he could see his chrono. Garstang said, "It's exactly two minutes after eleven, Earth time." Tauncer's lips moved. "Before midnight," he said. "Soon." He seemed, dazed as he was, to be smiling. Garstang said to Kirk, "You've got to get out of here, and fast!" He started to turn hurriedly away, as though to hustle him and Lyllin out of the house at once, but Kirk said, "No, wait, let me think." He spoke to Tauncer. "You don't know exactly where Solleremos' squadrons are, or exactly when they'll strike." "No." "But there must be a signal, some word they're waiting for." "Yes," said Tauncer. "When the scout takes us off, that will be the signal. Means we've got Commander. Means Lyra Squadron confused." Garstang tugged at Kirk. "Come on." "But," said Kirk to Tauncer, "suppose the scout doesn't find anybody here." "All the same. They'll know I've failed, and plan may be known. So order will be to strike like lightning before defensive measures taken." * * * * * Kirk shut off the projector. He bent over Tauncer. "Get up," he said. "Joe! Give me a hand." They got Tauncer wobbling to his feet. "Put him in the ground car and take him back to Charteris. Try and convince Charteris to let the Fifth go on battle-alert. Every minute may count--if we're caught on the ground, we're sunk." "Kirk--" "Don't argue. If anything happens to me, Larned is to take over and cooperate fully with Admiral Laney. You--" "What do you mean, if anything happens, you're coming too." "No." They wrestled Tauncer down the front steps. "But the scout--" "That's just it. You heard what he said. The scout must _not_ take off again." "So what are you going to do?" asked Garstang. "Stand and hold it with your bare hands? We can't possibly get any help from New York in time." "Yeah," said Kirk. "So I'm going to try to get help right here." "From these people?" "Haven't you heard?" said Kirk. "I'm a local boy." "So if you get it? A bunch of farmers. Even if they'll listen to you, which they probably won't--" They shoved Tauncer into the car. "Better tie his feet too," said Kirk. "Lyllin! Lyllin, you're going with Joe." "No," she said from the porch. "I am not." "But you can't stay here!" "If you are going to get yourself killed here, I stay!"