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“What for?” The Leader began to look at Barnhart oddly.

“For anything. Where’s the sub-space radio?”

The direct approach produced a rather ironic expression on the qurono’s narrow face but no answer. But if there was a radio on the planet Barnhart meant to find it. Spacemen forced to abandon their craft were required to report to the nearest Federation base as quickly as possible. Besides, he meant to see that Simmons and his Anglo stooge and all the others paid for their mutiny. But, he decided, perhaps he had better not press the matter at the moment.

Another rocket punctuated the moment of silence.

“Take me to your launching area,” Barnhart said.

The android stood up and walked. But he walked at Barnhart’s side, forcing the captain to catch his stride a half-step to let the alien lead him. He wasn’t sure if it was a mark of respect not to get ahead of the Master or an attempt to see if he knew where the launching site was located. The quronos were limited, but just how limited Barnhart was beginning to wonder.