"Be reasonable, Kenniston," pleaded Hugh Murdock. "None of us except Holk Or has a weapon. What chance would we have against half a hundred armed pirates?"
enniston looked at his brother. "Ricky, your formula strengthens the nervous system against any form of shock or damage, doesn't it? You said it did it by sheathing the nerves themselves with an impenetrable coating."
Ricky nodded puzzledly. "Yes, that's the principle. But how is that going to help us?"
"The Vestans," Kenniston reminded, "seize control of their victims by inserting those tiny needle antennae of theirs into the victim's nerve-system to establish contact. Wouldn't your formula insulate the nerves against such contact? Wouldn't it make a man immune to Vestan attack?"
"Why, it would!" Ricky declared wonderingly. "I never thought of it, yet it's entirely logical."
"Then," Kenniston said swiftly, "I want you to give every one of us, including yourself, an injection of the formula right now."
The driving purpose in his voice brushed aside all their bewildered questions and objections. Hastily, Ricky prepared his hypodermics and rapidly made an injection of the milky fluid into the big nerve-centers in the neck of each of them. Kenniston did the same for Ricky himself.
"We should be immune now to Vestan attack," Kenniston said prayerfully.