Teejay turned to the six men seated around the lounge, said: "This is Steve Stedman, our extra-zoo man--at least temporarily. Stedman, Phillips knows more about amphibians than any man alive, Ianello is our arboreal expert, Smith ferrets out the cave-dwelling mammals--we hope, Waneki goes floundering around after sea-monsters, St. Clair is--" Then something buzzed shrilly on the adjacent wall, and Teejay flipped a toggle switch. "Captain here." "Radio from Earth, Captain. Mr. Brody Carmical himself." "Is that so?" said Teejay, her eyebrows lifting. "Give me a circuit." And, a moment later, "What's the trouble, Brody?" The big man's voice came through faint and metallic over more than fifty million miles of space. "Plenty, T. J., Barling decided to start in the middle this year. Some of our--er, contacts told us his ship's rocketing for Ganymede, and fast. You'll have to get there first if you can, naturally." "We'll get there," said Teejay, quite grim, and cut the connection. Steve had time to think one thought before he was swept along in the general rush, crutches and all, after the woman galvanized into activity. She might take orders from Brody Carmical, but she even had a way with the big man, making him cow to her--perhaps unconsciously. Teejay was yelling and pointing, it seemed, in all directions at once. "Hey you, Ianello, shake a leg down to the fission-room and tell 'em to start straining. Smith, get me Kevin McGann on the intercom. Waneki, you can forget all about those Venusian sea-monsters and tell the docs to be ready for plenty of acceleration cases. You better bed down right now, Phillips, you're not as strong as the rest of us, not with sixty years of junketing behind you. Hello, McGann? Listen, Mac, I want the entire crew assembled in General inside of ten minutes. Yeah, expedition too. Everyone but those boys down in fission. And tell your orbit-man to figure a way to get us off this trajectory and on a quick ellipse from here to the Jovian moons. Yes, that's what I said--the Jovian moons." She paused long enough to take a breath and turn to Steve. "Well, Stedman, we'll be dropping down over your brother's grave on Ganymede before you know it. Maybe then you'll be able to remove that chip from your shoulder." "Me? From _my_ shoulder? Sister, you've got things backwards." But the woman pivoted away, and Kevin's voice bleated over the intercom: "Crew and expedition--all to general lounge on the double! You boys in fission stay put, Captain's orders. This is urgent." Almost before Kevin's voice had stopped echoing through the corridors, LeClarc popped into the lounge. "You wanted me, Captain? May I help?" "I wanted everyone. Everyone can help. Just sit still till the rest of 'em get here."