Blane nodded, but he found little reaction to any news now. He had made his plans in some split moment between striking Devlin and reaching the office. There was nothing now to add to them. There was only a grim determination and the hope that all spacemen must share it--the determination that somehow, men had to stay out here and find an honest destiny in space. * * * * * Three hours later, when their long ellipse brought them within sight of the _Tsiolkovsky_, he saw that there were ships around the station. There were no more than half a dozen now, but he could see others approaching. It was impossible for all to leave at once, but the men there had elected to join him, and they had found enough sympathy among the staff of the Island to gain control long enough to accomplish their decision. The awkward lunar ship came to a reluctant stop less than half a mile from the station, and Blane began picking those who were to go with him aboard the little ferry that was in tow. Manners and Peal and two others. He was looking for a sixth when Devlin moved into the group. Blane started to order him aside, and then shrugged. They were almost as crowded in the taxi that Edwards piloted as they had been on the lunar ship. But there was no thought of that. The others were taking their cue from Blane, and Blane was simply waiting, frozen in his determination until events could shape his moves. * * * * * The landing net snapped around them, and they settled into the silicone ring, and then began moving into the huge hub of the _Sulky_. At least a dozen people were waiting there--too many, Blane realized. He hadn't bothered to consider the size of the group he must meet. But he disregarded that. Sonya Vartanian moved forward to greet him with the double kiss and handshake. Her eyes were unreadable, but her voice was warm. "Welcome, gentlemen. I am delighted that you remembered our offer of aid in time of trouble. You have our assurance that--" Blane cut her off with a hasty gesture. He wanted no speeches from her. It had to be done at once, or forgotten, as he had planned it. His mind had no second line of action. He began to speak authoritatively; "In the name of the free territory of space, I seize this ship and all that is on it," he continued coldly, "I sever all ties any may have with Earth herewith. I ban all military operations from space. I declare that no nation may own property in space, but may only trade according to the just laws and practices that shall be henceforth established for space. I--" He was wound up to the point where he could not stop, though there was nothing more to say at the moment. But a sudden sound choked off his words. It was a shout from those who had come to meet the crew from the _Goddard_. It was a long, surprised crescendo that slowly became a cheer. * * * * *