"Why? No, of course you will have food, Mrs. Francis."
"Never mind! An instant. Just confusion. Go, Gregg—don't speak now!"
I raised the child. "You take care of mother." I kissed her.
From across the cabin Miko's sardonic voice made me turn. "Touching sentimentality, Haljan! Get to your post in the turret!"
His rasping note of annoyance brooked no delay. I set the child down. I said, "I will land us in an hour. Depend on it."
Hahn was at the controls when Moa and I reached the turret.
"You will land us safely, Haljan?" he demanded anxiously.
I pushed him away. "Miko wants you in the lounge."
"You take command here?"
"Of course, Hahn. I am no more anxious for a crash than you."