Sandringham was in the act of listening to somebody in the phone-screen, who apparently was on the thin edge of hysteria. The brown dog was sprawled asleep on the rug. When the man in the vision-screen panted to a stop, Sandringham said calmly: "I am assured that before the soil of the island is too far gone, measures now in preparation will be applied to good effect. A Senior Survey Officer is now preparing remedial measures. He is--ah--a specialist in problems of exactly this nature." "But we can't wait!" panted the civilian fiercely. "I'll proclaim a planetary emergency! We'll take over the reserve-area by force! We have to--" "If you try," Sandringham told him grimly, "I'll mount paralysis-guns to stop you!" He said with icy precision: "I urged the planetary government to go easy on this irrigation! You yourself denounced me in the Planetary Council for trying to interfere in civilian affairs. Now you want to interfere in Survey affairs! I resent it as much as you did, and with much better reason!" "Murderer!" panted the civilian. "Murderer!" Sandringham snapped off the phone-screen. He swung his chair and nodded to Bordman. "That was the planetary president," he said. Bordman sat down. The brown dog blinked his eyes open and then got up and shook himself. "I'm holding off those idiots," said the Sector Chief in suppressed fury. "I daren't tell him it's more dangerous here than outside! If or when that fuel blows--do you realize that the falling of a single tree-limb might set off an explosion in the Reserve-area here that would--But you do know." "Yes," admitted Bordman. He did know. Some hundreds of tons of ship-fuel going off would destroy this entire end of the island. And almost certainly the concussion would produce violent movement of the rest of the island's surface. But he was uncomfortable about putting forward his own ideas. He was not a good salesman. He suspected his own opinions until he had proved them with painstaking care, for fear of having them adopted on his past record rather than because they were sound. And then, too this plan involved junior ranks being informed about the proposal. If they accepted a dubious plan on high authority, and the plan miscarried, it made them share in the mistake. Which hurt their self-confidence. Young Barnes, now, would undoubtedly obey any order and accept any hint blindly, and Bordman honestly did not know why. But as a matter of the training of junior ranks-- "About the work to be done," said Bordman, "I imagine the sea-water freshening plants have closed down?" "They have!" said Sandringham. "They insisted on piling them up over my protests. Now if anybody proposed operating one, they'd scream to high Heaven!" "What was done with the minerals taken out of the sea-water?" Bordman asked.