"Operating in a different way, educating picked men to return to certain points in history where their particular temperaments and characteristics fitted the roles they were selected to play, yes. And even then we had our percentage of failures. But to try this--returning people not physically into time, but _mentally and emotionally_ into prototypes of their ancestors--that's something else again. The Apaches have volunteered, and they've been passed by the psychologists and the testers. But they're Americans of today, not tribal nomads of two or three hundred years ago. If you break down some barriers, you might just end up breaking them all." Kelgarries was scowling. "You mean--they might revert utterly, have no contact with the present at all?" "That's just what I do mean. Education and training, yes, but full awakening of racial memories, no. The two branches of conditioning should go slowly and hand in hand, otherwise--real trouble!" "Only we no longer have the time to go slow. I'm certain Ruthven will be able to push this through--with Waldour's report to back him." "Then we'll have to warn Fox and the rest. They must be given a choice in the matter." "Ruthven said that would be done." The colonel did not sound convinced of that. Ashe snorted. "If I hear him telling them, I'll believe it!" "I wonder whether we can...." Ashe half turned and frowned at the colonel. "What do you mean?" "You said yourself that we had our failures in time travel. We expected those, accepted them, even when they hurt. When we asked for volunteers for this project we had to make them understand that there was a heavy element of risk involved. Three teams of recruits--the Eskimos from Point Barren, the Apaches, and the Islanders--all picked because their people had a high survival rating in the past, to be colonists on widely different types of planets. Well, the Eskimos and the Islanders aren't matched to any of the worlds on those snooped tapes, but Topaz is waiting for the Apaches. And we may have to move them in there in a hurry. It's a rotten gamble any way you see it!" "I'll appeal directly to the council." Kelgarries shrugged. "All right. You have my backing." "But you believe such an effort hopeless?" "You know the red-tape merchants. You'll have to move fast if you want to beat Ruthven. He's probably on a straight line now to Stanton, Reese, and Margate. This is what he has been waiting for!" "There are the news syndicates; public opinion would back us----" "You don't mean that, of course." Kelgarries was suddenly coldly remote. Ashe flushed under the heavy brown which overlay his regular features. To threaten a silence break was near blasphemy here. He ran both hands down the fabric covering his thighs as if to rub away some soil on his palms. "No," he replied heavily, his voice dull. "I guess I don't. I'll contact Hough and hope for the best."