When the others were asleep, Crag cut off the light to preserve battery power. He studied the lunar landscape out the port, thinking it must be the bleakest spot in the universe. He twisted his head and looked starward. The sky was a grab bag of suns. Off to one side giant Orion looked across the gulf of space at Taurus and the Pleiades, the seven daughters of Atlas. CHAPTER 11 "Commander!" Crag came to with a start Prochaska was leaning over him. Urgency was written across his face. "Come quick!" The Chief stepped back and motioned with his head toward the instrument corner. Crag sprang to his feet with a sense of alarm. Richter and Larkwell were still asleep. He glanced at the master chrono, 0610, and followed him into the electronics corner. Nagel was standing by the scope, a frightened look on his face. "What's up?" "Nagel woke me at six. I came in to get ready for Drone Baker ...." "Get to the point," Crag snapped irritably. "Sabotage." He indicated under the panel. "All the wiring under the main console's been slashed." Crag felt a sense of dread. "How long will it take to make repairs?" "I don't know--don't know the full extent of the damage." "Find out," Crag barked. "How about the communicator?" "Haven't tried it," Prochaska admitted. "I woke you up as soon as I found what had happened." He reached over and turned a knob. After a few seconds a hum came from the console. "Works," he said. "See how quickly you can make repairs," Crag ordered. "We've got to hook onto the drone pretty quick." He swung impatiently toward Nagel. "Was anyone up during your watch? Did anyone go to the commode?" Nagel said defensively: "No, and I was awake all the time." Too defensive, Crag thought. But no one had stirred during his watch. Therefore, the sabotage had occurred between midnight and the time Nagel wakened Prochaska. But, wait ... Prochaska could have done the sabotage in the few moments he was at the console after Nagel woke him. It would have taken just one quick slash--the work of seconds. That left him in the same spot he'd been in with regard to the time bomb. He grated harshly at Nagel: "Wake Larkwell and get on with the airlock. And don't chatter about what's happened," he added. "I won't," Nagel promised nervously. He retreated as if glad to be rid of Crag's scrutiny. "A lousy mess," Prochaska grunted. Crag didn't answer. "If we don't solve this, we're going to wind up dead," he pursued. Crag turned and faced him. "It could be anybody. You ... me." "Yeah, I know." The Chief's face got a hard tight look. "Only it isn't ... it isn't me." "I don't know that," Crag countered. Prochaska said bitterly: "You'd better find out." "I will," Crag said shortly. He got on the communicator. It took several minutes to raise Alpine. He wasn't surprised when Gotch answered, and briefly related what had happened. "Is there any possibility of telemetering her all the way in?" He knew there wasn't, but he asked anyway.