"Yes-Tex, can you lend me a clean uniform?"
Tex could. Matt crossed the passageway to Tex's tiny room and changed. He belted in tightly at the waist, distributed the wrinkles in back, and hoped for the best. The three headed for the cabin.
"I'm glad I don't have to report by myself," Tex announced. "I'm nervous."
"Relax," Oscar advised. "Captain McAndrews is supposed to be a very human sort of a guy."
"Hadn't, you heard? McAndrews is detached-busted his ankle. At the last minute the Department ordered Captain Yajicey to command the expedition." ">j
"Yancey!" Oscar let out a low whistle. "Oh, my sore feet!"
"What's the matter, Oscar?" Matt demanded. "You know him?"
"My father knew him. Father had the fresh-foods con- : tract for the port at New Auckland when Yancey-Lieutenant Yancey, then-was portmaster." They stopped out- ' side the commanding officer's cabin.
"That ought to give you an inside track."
"Not likely! They didn't get along."