"Gliders say there are Grimnal coming up behind us along the coast. About—uh—two hours distant."
"How many?"
"There are four firsts, five seconds, twelve frigates and some corvettes."
Ward patiently tapped the table.
"How many corvettes?"
"Twenty-three."
Ward was thoughtful for a moment.
"We still have them. But it still is not their whole force."
"We hit them?"
I'd better answer this one right, he told himself. They were now just below Pelo Break, about two hours from the Passage. There was about an hour of daylight left.