Some of the tapes were duds, either too damaged to be useful, or set for worlds hostile to Terrans lacking the equipment the earlier star-traveling race had had at its command. Of the five tapes they now knew had been snooped, three would be useless to the enemy. But one of the remaining two.... Ashe frowned. One was the goal toward which they had been working feverishly for a full twelve months. To plant a colony across the gulf of space--a successful colony--later to be used as a steppingstone to other worlds.... "So we have to move faster." Ruthven's comment reached Ashe through his stream of memories. "I thought you required at least three more months to conclude personnel training," Waldour observed. Ruthven lifted a fat hand, running the nail of a broad thumb back and forth across his lower lip in a habitual gesture Ashe had learned to mistrust. As the latter stiffened, bracing for a battle of wills, he saw Kelgarries come alert too. At least the colonel more often than not was ready to counter Ruthven's demands. "We test and we test," said the fat man. "Always we test. We move like turtles when it would be better to race like greyhounds. There is such a thing as overcaution, as I have said from the first. One would think"--his accusing glance included Ashe and Kelgarries--"that there had never been any improvising in this project, that all had always been done by the book. I say that this is the time we must take the big gamble, or else we may find we have been outbid for space entirely. Let those others discover even one alien installation they can master and--" his thumb shifted from his lip, grinding down on the desk top as if it were crushing some venturesome but entirely unimportant insect--"and we are finished before we really begin." There were a number of men in the project who would agree with that, Ashe knew. And a greater number in the country and conference at large. The public was used to reckless gambles which paid off, and there had been enough of those in the past to give an impressive argument for that point of view. But Ashe, himself, could not agree to a speed-up. He had been out among the stars, shaved disaster too closely because the proper training had not been given. "I shall report that I advise a take-off within a week," Ruthven was continuing. "To the council I shall say that--" "And I do not agree!" Ashe cut in. He glanced at Kelgarries for the quick backing he expected, but instead there was a lengthening moment of silence. Then the colonel spread out his hands and said sullenly: "I don't agree either, but I don't have the final say-so. Ashe, what would be needed to speed up any take-off?" It was Ruthven who replied. "We can use the Redax, as I have said from the start." Ashe straightened, his mouth tight, his eyes hard and angry. "And I'll protest that ... to the council! Man, we're dealing with human beings--selected volunteers, men who trust us--not with laboratory animals!"