"That"s right."

"Well, tell him to get as many of his Kragans as he can spare down to the equipment-park." He turned to Inez Malavez. "You call Jarman; tell him what O"Leary reported, and tell him to get cracking on it. Tell him not to let those geeks get any of that equipment onto contragravity; knock it down as fast as they try to lift out with it.

And tell him to see what he can do in the way of troop-carriers or lorries, to get Falkenberg"s Rifles to the equipment-park.... How"s business at the lorry-hangars and maintenance-yard?"

"Kormork"s still working on that," the girl captain told him. "Nothing definite, yet."

In one corner of the big room, somebody had thumbtacked a ten-foot-square map of the Company area to the floor. Paula Quinton and Mrs. Jules Keaveney were on their knees beside it, pushing out handfuls of little pink and white pills that somebody had brought in two bottles from the dispensary across the road, each using a billiard-bridge. The girl in the orange sweater had a handful of scribbled notes, and was telling them where to push the pills. There were other objects on the map, too--pistol-cartridges, and cigarettes, and foil-wrapped food-concentrate wafers. Paula, seeing him, straightened.

"The pink are ours, general," she said. "The white are the geeks." Von Schlichten suppressed a grin; that was the second time he"d heard her use that word, this evening. "The cigarettes are airjeeps, the cartridges are combat-cars, and the wafers are lorries or troop-carriers."

"Not exactly regulation map-markers, but I"ve seen stranger things used.... Captain Malavez!"

"Yes, sir?" The girl captain, rushing past, her hands full of teleprint-sheets, stopped in mid-stride.

"What we need," he told her, "is a big TV-screen, and a pickup mounted on some sort of a contragravity vehicle at about two to five thousand feet directly overhead, to give us an image of the whole area. Can do?"

"Can try, sir. We have an eight-foot circular screen that ought to do all right for two thousand feet. I"ll implement that at once."

Going into a temporarily idle telecast booth, he called Konkrook, and finally got Themistocles M"zangwe on the screen.

"How is it, now?" he asked.

"Getting a little better," the Graeco-African replied. "Half an hour ago, we were shooting geeks out the windows, here; now we have them contained between the s.p.a.ceport and the native-troops and labor barracks, and down the east side of the island to the farms. We have the wire around the farms on the island electrified, and we"re using almost all our combat contragravity to keep the farms on the mainland clear." He hesitated for a moment. "Did you hear about Eric Blount and Lemoyne?"

Von Schlichten shook his head.

"The whole party that were at Orgzild"s palace were ma.s.sacred. Some of them were lucky enough to get killed fighting. The geeks took Eric and Hendrik alive; rolled them in a puddle of thermoconcentrate fuel and set fire to them. When we can spare the contragravity, we"re going to drop something on the Kee-geek emba.s.sy, over in town."

Von Schlichten grimaced, but he"d expected something like it. He told M"zangwe about King Kankad"s offer. "His crowd ought to be coming in in a couple of hours. What can you sc.r.a.pe up to send to Kankad"s Town to airlift Kragans in?"

"Well, we have three hundred-and-fifty-foot gun-cutters, one 90-mm.

apiece. The _Elmoran_, the _Gaucho_, and the _Bushranger_. But they"re not much as transports, and we need them here pretty badly. Then, we have five fertilizer and charcoal scows, and a lot of heavy transport lorries, and two one-eighty-foot pickup boats."

"How about the _Piet Joubert?_" von Schlichten asked. "She was due in Konkrook from the east about 1300 today, wasn"t she?"

M"zangwe swore. "She got in, all right. But the geeks boarded her at the dock, within twenty minutes after things started. They tried to lift out with her, and the Channel Battery shot her down into Konkrook Channel, off the Fifty-sixth Street docks."

"Well, you couldn"t let the geeks have her, to use against us. What do you hear from the other ships?"

"_Procyon"s_ at Grank; we haven"t had any reports of any kind from there, which doesn"t look so good. The _Northern Lights_ is at Grank, too. The _Oom Paid Kruger_ should have been at Bwork, in the east, when the gun went off. And the _Jan s.m.u.ts_ and the _Christiaan De Wett_ were both at Keegark; we can a.s.sume Orgzild has both of them."

"All right. I"m sending _Aldebaran_ to Kankad"s, to pick up more reenforcements for you."

Leaving the booth, he heard, above the clatter of communications-machines and the hubbub of voices, Jules Keaveney arguing contentiously. Evidently Colonel Cheng-Li"s efforts to drag the Resident out of his despondency had been an excessive success.

"But it"s crazy! Not just here; everywhere on Ullr!" Keaveney was saying. "How did they do it? They have no telecast equipment."

"You have me stopped, Jules," Mordkovitz was replying. "I know a lot of rich geeks have receiving sets, but no sending sets."

The pattern that had been tantalizing von Schlichten took visible shape in his mind. For a moment, he shelved the matter of the _Aldebaran_.

"They didn"t need sending equipment, Barney," he said. "They used ours. Sid Harrington was poisoned in Konkrook. The news, of course, was sent out at once, as the geeks knew it would be, to every residency and trading-station on Ullr, and that was the signal they"d agreed upon, probably months in advance!"

"Well, what was our Intelligence doing; sleeping?" Keaveney demanded angrily.

"No; they were writing reports for your civil administration blokes to stuff in the wastebasket, and being called mailed-fist-and-rattling-sabre alarmists for their pains." He turned away from Keaveney. "Barney, where is Dirk Prinsloo?"

"Aboard his ship. He hitched a ride to the airport with Jarman, when he was here picking up air-crews."

"Call him. Tell him to take the _Aldebaran_ to Kankad"s Town, at once; as soon as he arrives there, which ought to be about 1100, he"s to pick up all the Kragans he can pack aboard and take them to Konkrook.

From then on, he"ll be under Them M"zangwe"s orders."

"To Konkrook?" Keaveney fairly howled. "Are you nuts? Don"t you think we need reenforcements here, too?"

"Yes, I do. I"m going to try to get them," von Schlichten told him.

"Now pipe down and get out of people"s way."

He crossed the room, to where two Kragans, a male sergeant, and the ubiquitous girl in the orange sweater were struggling to get a big circular TV-screen up, then turned to look at the situation-map. A girl tech-sergeant was keeping Paula Quinton and Mrs. Jules Keaveney informed.

"Start pushing geeks out of the Fifth Zirk Cavalry barracks," the sergeant was saying. "The one at the north end, and the one next to it; they"re both on fire, now." She tossed a slip into the wastebasket beside her and glanced at the next slip. "And more pink pills back of the barracks and stables, and move them a little to the north-west; Kragans as skirmishers, to intercept geeks trying to slip away from the cavalry barracks."

A young Kragan with his lower left arm in a sling and a daub of antiseptic plaster over the back of his head came up and gave him a radioprint slip. Guido Karamessinis, the Resident-Agent at Grank, had reported, at last. The city, he said, was quiet, but King Yoorkerk"s troops had seized the Company airport and docks, taken the _Procyon_ and the _Northern Lights_ and put guards aboard them, and were surrounding the Residency. He wanted to know what to do.

Von Schlichten managed to get him on the screen, after awhile.

"It looks as though Yoorkerk"s trying to play both sides at once," he told the Grank Resident. "If the rebellion"s put down, he"ll come forward as your friend and protector; if we"re wiped out elsewhere, he"ll yell "_Znidd suddabit!_" and swamp you. Don"t antagonize him; we can"t afford to fight this war on any more fronts than we are now.

We"ll try to do something to get you unfrozen, before long."

He called Krink again. A girl with red-gold hair and a dusting of freckles across her nose answered.

"How are you making out?" he asked.

"So far, fine, general. We"re in complete control of the Company area, and all our native-troops, not just the Kragans, are with us.

Jonkvank"s pushed the mutineers out of his palace, and we"re keeping open a couple of streets between there and here. We airlifted all our Kragans and half the Sixth N.U.N.I. to the Palace, and we have the Zirks patrolling the streets on "saur-back. Now, we have our lorries and troop-carriers out picking up elements of Jonkvank"s loyal troops outside town."

"Who"s doing the rioting, then?"

She named three of Jonkvank"s regiments. "And the city hoodlums, and priests from the temples of one sect that followed Rakkeed, and the whole pa.s.sel of Skilkan fifth columnists."

"How long do you think it"d take, with the equipment you have, to airlift all of Jonkvank"s loyal troops into the city?"