"You may be right," he agreed. "I'll try to get some back."
He rubbed his eyes tiredly. Everything had happened so quickly!
Just a week ago, Nob had walked into his store and inquired, "Drak, how would you like to be a general?"
"I don't know," Drak had confessed honestly. "What is it and why do we need one?"
"War starting," Nob said. "You've heard of war, haven't you? Earth idea, very Earthly. I'll explain later how it works. What do you say?"
"All right. But do you really think I'm the right type?"
"Absolutely. Besides, your hardware store is perfectly situated for the Supreme Command Post."
But aside from the location of his hardware store, Drak had other qualifications for leadership. For one thing, he looked like an Earth general and this had loomed large in Nob's eyes. Drak was over six feet tall, strongly built, solidly muscled. His eyes were gray, deep-set and fierce; his nose was aquiline; his mouth was firm because he usually held nails in it when he was out on a repair job.
In his uniform, Drak looked every inch a general; as a matter of fact, he looked like several generals, for his cap came from the Earth-Mars war of '82, his tunic was a relic of the D'eereli Campaign, his belt was in the style of the Third Empire, his pants were a replica of the Southern Star Front, while his shoes reminded one of the hectic days of the Fanzani Rebellion.