Dane shouldered into the small space in his wake to find Rip making a selection from the astrogation tapes. There were E-Stats among the asteroids--points prospectors or small traders in sudden difficulties might contact for supplies or repairs. The big Companies maintained their own--the Patrol had several for independents. "No Patrol one--" Rip managed a smile. "I haven't gone space whirly yet," was his comment. He was feeding a tape into the reader on the Captain's desk. In the cage over his head the blue Hoobat squatted watching him intently--for the first time since Dane could remember showing no sign of resentment by weird screams or wild spitting. "Patrol E-Stat A-54--" the reader squeaked. Rip hit a key and the wire clicked to the next entry. "Combine E-Stat--" Another punch and click. "Patrol E-Stat A-55--" punch-click. "Inter-Solar--" this time Rip's hand did not hit the key and the squeak continued--"Co-ordinates--" Rip reached for a steelo and jotted down the list of figures. "Got to compare this with our present course--" "But that's an I-S Stat," began Dane and then he laughed as the justice of such a move struck him. They did not dare set the Queen down at any Patrol Station. But a Company one which would be manned by only two or three men and not expecting any but their own people--and I-S owed them help now! "There may be trouble," he said, not that he would have any regrets if there was. If the Eysies were responsible for the present plight of the Queen he would welcome trouble, the kind which would plant his fists on some sneering Eysie face. "We'll see about that when we come to it," Rip went on to the control cabin with his figures. Carefully he punched the combination on the plotter and watched it be compared with the course Jellico had set before his collapse. "Good enough," he commented as the result flashed on. "We can make it without using too much fuel--" "Make what?" That was Ali up from the search of Kosti's quarters. "Nothing," he gave his report of what he had found there and then returned to the earlier question. "Make what?" Swiftly Dane outlined their suspicions--that the seat of the trouble lay in the hydro and that they should clean out that section, drawing upon emergency materials at the I-S E-Stat. "Sounds all right. But you know what they do to pirates?" inquired the Engineer-apprentice. Space law came into Dane's field, he needed no prompting. "Any ship in emergency," he recited automatically, "may claim supplies from the nearest E-Stat--paying for them when the voyage is completed." "That means any Patrol E-Stat. The Companies' are private property." "But," Dane pointed out triumphantly, "the law doesn't say so--there is nothing about any difference between Company and Patrol E-Stat in the law--" "He's right," Rip agreed. "That law was framed when only the Patrol had such stations. Companies put them in later to save tax--remember? Legally we're all right."