He stood by while the ship was aimed for Kandar. The young astrogator said enthusiastically, "Prepare for overdrive. Five, four, three--" A voice out of a speaker: "_Calling_ Liberty! _Calling_ Liberty! _Morgan calling_ Liberty!" "Hold it," said Bors. He answered the call. Morgan's voice, in a high state of agitation, "_Bors! The_ Sylva's _just back! Just broke out! The grand fleet will get to Kandar in five days, four hours, twenty minutes! My Talent on the_ Sylva _is sure of it. It's Talents, Incorporated information!_" "We haven't any time to spare, then," said Bors. "_Bors!_" panted Morgan's voice. "_There were three ships of our fleet hanging about, on watch for Mekinese. They expected one. Twelve came. The observation-ships attacked. They got eleven of the twelve. The last one went into overdrive and got away! Bors! Do you see what that means?_" "It means," said Bors coldly, "that Mekin won't be accepting surrenders this week. Destroying the first division was bad enough. I got one off Meriden. Now that a third squadron's wiped out, Mekin will insist on somebody getting punished--and plenty! All right! We're leaving for Kandar now." He nodded to the young man at the control board. He noted with approval that he'd kept the _Liberty's_ aim exact while Bors talked to Morgan. "Proceed," Bors ordered. The young man said, "Five, four, three, two, one--" There was the familiar dizzying sensation of going into overdrive. The _Liberty_ wrapped stressed space about itself and went hurtling into invisibility. This was one voyage in overdrive which was not tedious. Bors had to organize the ship for combat. He had to train launching-crews to work like high-speed machinery. He had to teach the setting of missiles for ranges he had to show how to measure. Once he stopped the ship between stars and all the launching-crews took shots at an inflated metal-foil target. The Pretender of Tralee displayed an unexpected gift for organization. He divided all space outside the ship into sectors, assigning one launcher to each sector. If an order to fire came, the separate crews would cover targets in their own areas first. There would be no waste of missiles on one target. The Pretender would have made an excellent officer. He was patient with those who did not understand immediately. He had dignity that was not arrogance. In five days the _Liberty_ was a fighting ship and a dedicated one. There were rough edges, of course. Man for man and weapon for weapon the ship would not compare with a longer-trained and more experienced fighting instrument. But the morale on board was superb and the weapons were--to put it mildly--inspiring of hope.