"Safe?" said Albrekt bitterly. "Safe for what? To fall into Jupiter?"
"Well, now," said Carrel drolly, "I believe I neglected to say that our spiral toward Jupiter will intercept the Solar Council base on Callisto, didn't I? Yes sir, it's one of the neatest orbits Qoqol has ever plotted."
"What?" demanded Albrekt, stunned. "You mean we're in a controlled orbit?"
"Why, yes, my Flanjo friend. We started pulling out of the orbits your blast tapes set about four months ago. If we hadn't, we wouldn't have come anywhere near Jupiter."
"You lie!" shouted Albrekt. "You lie, Carrel! You couldn't! There's no fuel!"
"I'm afraid we're going to have to keep you tied up to one of the bunks for the next few weeks, Albrekt," said Carrel. "You're too valuable a prisoner to take a chance on your doing away with yourself."
"There's no fuel," repeated Albrekt. He was almost whimpering.
"I'll relieve your mind on that score," said Carrel. "Have you ever seen a sailing ship on Earth?"
Albrekt stared at him, uncomprehending.
"A sailing ship doesn't need fuel because it gets its power from the wind," said Carrel. "Neither do we, now. I'm afraid that story I told you about dangerous radiation from Jupiter was made up of whole cloth, Albrekt. There isn't any.