"Destroyer _Phantom_," he replied, muffling his voice. "Captain Ether commanding. Stand by for boarding or we open fire on you." Faggard's gross face, crimson with rage, flashed back on the screen. "Are you mad? We are six to your one. From what planet do you come? Show your colors." "I'll show my colors," Standish muttered, a grim smile playing about his lips. He switched on the ship address system. "Port gunner. Stand by for shot across enemy's bows. Elevation six. Trajectory five." There was an excited reply. Standish twisted his helm a fraction of a turn. "Fire!" * * * * * The _Phantom_ recoiled slightly, but there was no sound, no tell-tale streak of flame. Only on the Sirian flagship was there any evidence of what had happened. A gaping hole appeared in the vessel's hull. The ship faltered momentarily. Then, Standish knew, hermetic bulkheads automatically closed, and she swung on a wide arc. "They're spreading out," Ga-Marr said. "They're going to attack from both sides." The flagship shot into another plane. The remaining five cruisers surged toward the _Phantom_, firing as they came. Standish saw the strategy and realized he was pitted against no amateur fighter. He signaled to fire both forward guns, holding his position boldly. At that moment, one of the cruisers attempted a maneuver old in space warfare. Charging head-on toward the _Phantom_, the cruiser's commander sought to frighten Standish into turning broadside. Thalia uttered a scream. "They're going to ram us!" she cried. The Earthman nodded. "Let them. If they do, they'll be in for a surprise." On came the cruiser. The _Phantom_ did not alter her course. And then, at the moment the Sirian realized the ruse had failed, Standish threw his helm, heading directly toward the enemy. The two vessels struck squarely. In the pilot cuddy Standish, Ga-Marr and Thalia were hurled to the floor. The Earthman struggled erect, helped the girl to her feet. "Are you hurt?" he asked. "No, but the ship...." "Look!" Standish pointed out the port. A horrible sight met the girl's eyes. The _Phantom's_ stout _feloranium_ sides were unharmed. But the Sirian cruiser had broken into three sections. Even as she watched, figures were catapulted out into space, and the whole mass of debris began to rotate slowly around another enemy ship, forming a macabre satellite. The remaining four cruisers circled and began to close in. "All starboard guns," Standish ordered. "Elevation one. Double charge. Fire!" The recoil was jarring. Two cruisers fell back, rocket motors stilled, huge rents in their forward quarters. And with that, Drum Faggard's flag ship and the other cruiser turned about and fled. "They've had enough," Ga-Marr exulted. "Faggard is the one I want," Standish said. "We'll come back and tow in those two disabled ships later."