Holk Or said emphatically, "I'm with you if you can figure out any way to take the Falcon, Kenniston!"
Kenniston paced to and fro. His whole mind was suddenly in a wild turmoil of stark fears. This meant death for Gloria and the others, and the ultimate responsibility for that death would be his.
"There is one possible chance for us to take the Falcon," he muttered finally. "But my God, it seems like an insane idea—"
"Wait a minute!" Captain Walls interrupted. "Dark won't drop you and your brother to die, Kenniston. He still needs your brother as a physician. You two will be safe even if we are killed."
"What of that? I can't let Gloria and the rest of you be murdered! I was willing to sacrifice you when I thought it was only a question of your being held for ransom, but this changes everything," Kenniston said wildly.
"It doesn't change anything," the captain said firmly. "Your duty is to keep your brother alive at all costs, to save that formula that means life and hope for thousands of gravitation-paralysis victims like my son."
"You mean—I should let you all be killed so Ricky and I can be saved?" Kenniston cried. "I'm damned if I will!"
"We'll never do that!" Ricky Kenniston agreed warmly. "No formula in the world is worth that."
"This formula is," Gloria said earnestly to Kenniston. "The captain is right."
"I won't do it," Kenniston repeated. "I have an idea by which we might be able to take the Falcon. We're going to try it."