"However," said Kim, "I've arranged that. I had Disciplinary-Circuit projectors fitted on the _Starshine_. We turn them on that ship. Automatically, the generator on the decoy will cut off. Our friends will still be helpless, and we can go up and grapple--if our engines keep going!" He threw a switch. A relay snapped over somewhere and a faint humming noise began. The tingling of Kim's body ceased. The decoy and the enemy space-ship grew large before them. The enemy was still motionless. Its crew, formerly held immobile by the circuit in the decoy, was now held helpless by the beams from the _Starshine_. But neither Kim nor the Mayor of Steadheim could enter the enemy ship without becoming paralyzed too. Dona slipped quietly from the control-room. She came back, clad in a space-suit with the helmet face-plate open. "All ready, Kim," she said quietly. Sweat stood out in droplets on Kim's face. The _Starshine_ drifted ever so gently into position alongside the pair of motionless shapes--the one so solid and huge, the other so flimsy and insubstantial. Kim energized the grapples. There was a crushing impact as the _Starshine_ anchored itself to the enemy. Kim reached over and pulled out a switch. "That's the wristlet relay switch," he told Dona. "We stay here until you come back--even if a fighting-beam hits us. You've got to go on board that monster and get some fuel and, if you can, a hafnium catalyzer. If another battleship's around and comes up--you drive the _Starshine_ home with what fuel you can get. We'll be dead, but you do that. You hear?" "I'll--hurry, Kim," Dona said. "Be careful!" commanded Kim fiercely. "There shouldn't be a man on that ship who can move, but be careful!" She kissed him quickly and closed the face-plate of her helmet. She went into the airlock and closed the inner door. There was silence in the _Starshine_. Kim sweated. The outer airlock door opened. The two ships were actually touching. The clumping of the magnetic shoes of Dona's space-suit upon the other ship's hull was transmitted to the _Starshine_. Kim and the Mayor of Steadheim heard the clankings as she opened the other ship's outer airlock door--the inner door. Then they heard nothing. Dona was in an enemy space-ship, unarmed. Subjects of the Empire of Greater Sinab manned it. They or their fellows had murdered half the population of the banded planet below. They were helpless, now, to be sure, held immobile by fields maintained by the precariously turning engines of the _Starshine_. But the fuel-gauge showed the fuel-tanks absolutely dry. The _Starshine_ was running on fuel in the pipeline and catalyzers. It had been for an indefinite time. Its engines would cut off at any instant. When the lights flickered Kim groaned. This meant that the last few molecules of fuel were going from the catalyzer. He feverishly cut off the heaters which kept the ship warm in space. He cut off the air-purifier.