“All right. All right!” said the commander sourly. “I’ll send somebody after you. What’s your name?”
“Ozaki, sir. Flight Officer Ozaki.”
The commander was in the process of scooping up another spoonful of mush when suddenly a thought struck him squarely between the eyes.
“Wait a second,” he said hastily, “you aren’t the scout who located the Imperial base, are you?”
“Yes, sir,” said the pilot in a cracked voice.
“Why didn’t you say so?” roared Krogson. Flipping on his intercom he growled, “Give me the Exec.” There was a moment’s silence.
“Yes, sir?”
“How long before we get to that scout?”
“About six hours, sir.”
“Make it three!”