But the cadet did not stop. "Dahlquistl" he called out.
There was no answer.
"Dahlquist!" he repeated. "Ezra Dahlquist!"
Matt felt cold prickles around his scalp. He recognized the name now-but Dahlquist would not be here, not Ezra Dahlquist. Matt was sure of that, for he remembered an alcove in the rotunda, a young man in a picture, and the hot, bright sand of the Moon.
There was a stir in the rank behind him. A candidate pushed his way through and stepped forward. "I answer for Ezra Dahlquist!"
"Martin!"
This time there was no hesitation. He heard Tex's voice, his tone shrill: "I answer for him."
"Rivera."
A strong baritone: "Answering for Rivera!"
"Wheeler!"