"Yes, sir, at once." Sanderson saluted and ran for his ship. * * * * * Three hours and a few odd minutes later, the transport tub _Avalon_ settled its ponderous bulk beside the _Albion_ and the slow transfer of the living and the dead began. One hundred and fifty-five bodies were slated for burial on Terra; another sixty were missing, whiffed into gas by League guns. Harrigan sank deeper into gloom as he removed the ship's log and helped O'Brien check the men off the _Albion_. At last the loading was completed; the _Avalon_ hung for a moment on its anti-gravs, and Harrigan and Commander Johnson, in charge of the tub, looked down on the battered remains of the great craft. "Better come to the bridge and sit," Johnson said softly. On the bridge, he poured Harrigan a stiff drink and cautioned, "Swallow that, and get ready." Harrigan complied, puzzled. No sooner had he placed his glass on the table than a small but virile mule kicked him in the stomach. "Suffering ... what was that?" he gasped. Johnson smiled. "Hyper-drive. Apparently Tech hasn't got the bugs worked out yet, but it's good enough for me. Only four hours to Terra." "Well, well," Harrigan mused. He rose and looked at the swirling grayness outside the ports. "Same deal on the other end?" "Yeah. A little wrench in the gut, but you get used to it." Harrigan said, "Well, well," again and sat down. "Admiral," Johnson hesitated, "no offense, now, you understand, but I have been wondering what the _Albion_ was doing way out here on Antares III. I understood that you were coming into Terra from the other side of Sector I when the fracas started." "We were. But when the League took Polaris Base and cut us off we had to...." "Took Polaris Base! The League didn't take Polaris Base. They had a dozen or so cruisers in that area, but they didn't tackle the Base. Didn't even make a pass at it." Harrigan slowly dropped his head into his hands. "Oh my God," he moaned, "and I lost two hundred men on a bad guess. I deserve to be broken to a Spaceman third class for this." He jumped up and paced the bridge. "Great guns, what a fool I am! Polaris intact and I risk a ship-load of green men on a bad guess. This washes me up in the Force, that's for damn sure." "Oh, I don't think so, Admiral." Johnson smiled. "In fact I think that...." "I don't give a damn what you think, Commander. The Force is no place for fools. I'm done." And Harrigan slammed off the bridge towards his quarters. Johnson smiled faintly and poured himself a drink. * * * * *