"H-uh? W-hat do you mean, Commander?" "I mean," said Eagan sternly, "that regardless of results, you are still guilty of flagrant disobedience to orders! That, as Commander of this outpost, I cannot tolerate. You are hereby sentenced to thirty days confinement to quarters!" "But--" stammered Isobar--"but tarnation golly--" "In the course of which time," continued Commander Eagan imperturbably, "you will serve as Instructor for every man in the Dome--at double salary!" "You can't _do_ me like this!" wailed Isobar. "Jinky-wallopers, I won't--Huh? What's 'at? Instructor? Instructor in _what_?" "In the--er--art," said Eagan, "of bagpipe playing. If we are to rid Luna of the Grannies, we must all learn how to perform on that--er--lethal weapon. And, Jones, I think I can truthfully say that this punishment hurts me more than it hurts you!" End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Trouble On Tycho, by Nelson S. Bond