These emotions subsided as, one by one, his men reported in person. It was victory all along the line.

'– Went into some wrong cabins!' Harcourt said. 'Soon as we saw they were old ship folk, we told 'em -like you said -to just stay indoors and no funny stuff... But some of them know now what's going on.'

Almost all his followers made similar reports.

Gourdy was indifferent. 'We know what those characters are like,' he said contemptuously.

There was the musical sound of the intercom turning on. Gourdy automatically headed toward it. Abruptly, he stopped, frowned with amazement. 'But who can be calling?' he said.

He was still scowling as he clicked on his end of the machine.

Hewitt!

The two men stared at each other's images, Gourdy's eyes narrowed, Hewitt's were grave. It was Hewitt who spoke.

'I've just been advised of your attempted take-over, Gourdy. I don't know how you got aboard, but you've made the mistake of your life.'

For Gourdy, one word stood out '– Advised! -'

He snarled, 'Who advised you? Wait till I lay my hands on-'

Hewitt went on grimly, 'And I've got a score of men already gathered, and more coming every minute -'

Gourdy felt his first chill.

'– We're armed!' said Hewitt. 'And in a few minutes we're starting up there to get you, so you'd better surrender before it's too late.'

Gourdy had recovered. 'You won't get far with that gang of cowards!' he said scornfully, and he broke the connection.

39

The battle to recover the ship began about an hour later.

On one side were eighteen men armed with blasters, revolvers, and several shotguns. Opposing them were principally the scientists and technicians. They had blasters, revolvers, a number of gas guns, and equipment from their laboratories.

Gourdy kept believing that his opponents were cowards because once before they had allowed themselves to be imprisoned without trying to defend themselves. Hewitt knew that there was little truth to it. A new factor had been added. The old ship people now had the courage required of them by the system of which they had become a part during the past few weeks.

Hewitt had no doubt that these men were still profoundly prejudiced in connection with their women, and that they retained other narrow attitudes. But for each man, the prospect of once more being in the control of Gourdy and his gang was unthinkable.

Once that decision was made – and apparently it had been made instantly by many persons – there was no problem. Instinctively, they had turned to Hewitt. And when he requested them to come up with some ideas for the attack, the physics, chemistry, and engineering experts produced:

...A development of laser, where the light beam carried an electrical charge -

...An energy field affecting the nervous system, cramping certain muscles -

...A little round ball that rolled into the engine room, attached itself to one of the drives, sucked energy from it, and began to radiate heat. When the temperature in the engine room was 180 degrees Fahrenheit, the small group of Gourdy's men who were inside sent Miller out to ask if they could surrender.

Hewitt ordered that they be permitted to do so.

From the prisoners they learned for the first time of Lesbee's murder. Hewitt listened to the description the man gave of how everything had seemed to stand still while they were leaving the prison and of how this had also happened at certain other times. He recognized the similarity to his own experience when he originally came aboard the ship.

He became very excited. It seemed to him that a controlled method of mechanically altering time ratios would solve their entire space-time confusion.

But presently he realized that Gourdy's men would be no help. They had never grasped the meaning of what was happening to them.

A young scientist named Roscoe had a sudden bright thought: If Lesbee had returned to the ship, then Tellier must be back also. Hewitt dispatched the young man with a patrol to search the lifeboats. And there, indeed, was Tellier.

But he could only weep when told of Lesbee's death. His knowledge of Lesbee's ideas was sketchy, almost valueless.

In strict meaning, what the scientists did now was not new. None of the devices that were mobilized for battle was an original invention of anyone aboard the Hope of Man. Each was a known process. However, it took an expert to utilize it.

For the scientists, the struggle was like a game. They had scores of devices and processes -

Gourdy's man on the bridge was requested to surrender. He refused to do so. Whereupon, a speaker inside the bridge control board began to give forth a sound. It was an all-range speaker. And so the sound presently became so intense that it threatened to rupture the eardrums of the man.

By the time he surrendered, the two men in the auxiliary control room were being subjected to flames that broke right out of the walls. It was actually a laser phenomenon, whereby a mixture of many light waves – including a few in the heat band – were evoked from metal crystals in the walls. The flame-like tongues of flickering light reached out ten and twenty feet, randomly, without warning. They were far from being as hot as fire, but there was heat from them, and this created the psychological effect of fire. After a few minutes, Gourdy's henchmen came rushing out to surrender.

The man who reported this particular success to Hewitt, added in disgust: 'What gripes me is, we could have fought that gang with this stuff the first time they took over -'

Hewitt stared at the man, who was almost as big a fellow as Harcourt, but older, and for a moment he was minded to let the remark pass.

But his mind flashed back to the similar situation on Earth. There, also, tens of thousands of scientists were the only people who as a group understood and could utilize the forces of nature. Yet, even under a dictatorship, it had been observed that this vast group of knowledgeable people had no system by which they could emerge from their laboratories and utilize their training for any other purpose than what was dictated to them from above.

Remembering this, Hewitt shook his head at the scientist, whose name was William Lawrence. 'I disagree,' he said. 'For a hundred years, you people were not politically minded. The successive rulers of the ship saw to that. Now you are.' He smiled, tight-lipped. 'Feels different, doesn't it?'

The end of the designated sleep period drew near. Large groups of men had gradually taken up positions at all approaches to the captain's cabin. And the question of what the nature of the attack should be was essentially limited only by consideration for the captain's wives.

Led by Lawrence, a group of scientists came to Hewitt. Their spokesman said earnestly, 'I'm afraid we're going to have to sacrifice those women. Otherwise, it may be a case of a direct physical assault. We may lose thirty or forty men.'

The possibility had already been weighing on Hewitt. Now, he broached the subject of persuading Gourdy to surrender with a promise of no punishment.

'After all those people he's killed!' Several voices uttered similar sentiments in tones that were loud with outrage.

Hewitt felt a sharp anger. Because if a compromise were justified at all, it should include saving everyone, if possible. He said, 'Gourdy killed those men for personal political reasons.'

'It was murder!' said Lawrence harshly.

Holding his irritation, Hewitt explained that on some level the charge was true. Killing was killing. But until comparatively recent times, the system accepted by the masses of the people, held political leaders in a special category. And real change on that point was probably still a long way off. This was a truth which people emerging into a new system were not clearly aware of.