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The Liberty came out a good ten thousand miles from its starting-point and beyond the area occupied by the enemy fleet. Three thousand miles away a flare burst among the distant stars. A second. A third. Six thousand miles away there were flashings in emptiness. "We're doing very well," said Bors calmly into the all-speaker microphone. "A little more care with the aiming, though.
Bors went into the control room, glanced about, and spoke crisply into the all-speaker microphone. "All hands attention! Bors speaking. A concentration of Mekinese ships is expected at Kandar. We shall head for that planet immediately. On the way I shall arrange for some changes in the settings of the missiles we have on board. We will fix and distribute aiming-tables for their use.
Bors was worn out from his unremitting efforts to turn the ship into a smooth-running unit. He looked at a ship's clock. "The Mekinese," he said over the all-speaker circuit, "will break out in two hours, forty minutes. And we're going to set up a dummy fleet for them to deal with." His uncle said gently, "I suggest some rest, to be fresh for the handling of the ship. I'll set up the dummy fleet."
He spoke over the all-speaker hook-up, in a voice he could not keep steady by any effort of will. "All hands attention," he said heavily. "I just called ground. We have had a reply calling me by name. You will see the implication. It looks like somehow the Mekinese have managed to send word ahead of us. They've found out that no one can stand against us. They know we have new and deadly weapons.
"You know," said Bors conversationally into the all-speaker microphone and in the cushioned stillness which obtained, "you all know what we're aiming at. A food-supply for the fleet. But we've got what looks like a very useful gadget for fighting purposes. We need to test it. There's a small squadron on Meriden, ahead, so we'll take them on.
But it couldn't be allowed to ground, to report that it had been stopped by an armed ship. A prize-crew took it off to Glamis. Bors made a formal announcement to his crew. "I think," he told them over the all-speaker circuit, "that we got the ship which could have reported our action off Meriden.
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