"Right, sir!" said Correy, and picked up the microphone. Kincaide and Hendricks were in the room almost within the minute. We laid our plans as best we could, but they weren't very definite. Only a few things were certain. Somehow, we must induce the monster to release his grasp on the _Kabit_. We could take no action against the serpent until the big liner and her passengers were safe. It was a desperate mission; an enterprise not of the _Ertak_, but of individuals. "One thing is certain, sir," commented Correy, taking over by visual navigation, and reducing speed still more, "you must remain in charge of the ship. You will be needed--" "I understand your motives, Mr. Correy," I interrupted, "but I do not agree with you. As Commander of the _Ertak_, I shall command the activities of her men. You will have charge of one landing force, and Mr. Hendricks of another. You, Mr. Kincaide, I shall ask to remain in charge of the ship." "Very well, sir," nodded Kincaide, swallowing his disappointment. I should have liked to have Kincaide with me, for he was level-headed and cool in an emergency--but it was because of these very things that I wanted him in charge of the _Ertak_. "We're close enough now, sir, to select a landing place," put in Correy. "There's a likely spot, a safe distance away and apparently level, almost on the shore. Shall I set her down there?" "Use your own judgment, Mr. Correy. You may order the landing force to arm and report at the exit port. As soon as you have made contact, you and Mr. Hendricks will report to me there. "Mr. Kincaide, you will remain on duty here. I am leaving the conduct of the ship entirely to your judgment, asking you to remember only that the rescue of the _Kabit_ and her nearly two thousand souls is the object of this expedition, and the safety of our own personnel cannot be given primary consideration." "I understand, sir," nodded Kincaide gravely. He held out his hand in that familiar gesture of Earth, which may mean so much more than men ever dare put into words, and we shook hands silently. There were to be three landing parties of five men and one officer each--eighteen men against a creature that held a mighty passenger liner in its coils! "I wish, sir, that I were going in your place," said Kincaide softly. "I know that. But--waiting here will be the hardest job of all. I'm leaving that for you." I turned and hurried out of the room, to make my entries in the log--perhaps my last entries--and secure my equipment. * * * * * There are times, in setting down these old tales of the Special Patrol Service as it was before they tacked a "Retired" after my name and title, that I wish I had been a bit more studious during my youth. I find myself in need of words, and possessed only of memories.