Several days later they were near Saturn and Rawson had just received congratulations on bringing in the serum in time to save thousands of lives. He sat at his desk, his skeleton frame hunched like an ostrich, when a young cyclone burst into his cabin.
"Captain, sir," young Seymour cried, bounding forward. "I overheard—"
Rawson snapped to his feet. "Mr. Seymour, Attention! Please leave and enter like a gentleman."
Meekly the cabin boy walked out, closed the door. A rap sounded.
"Come in." And as the lad entered Rawson said with a smile, "That's better."
"Yes, sir. I came to report I overheard the crew talking."
"Durk?"
"Yes, sir. Underofficer Durk says you're voted the best darn space commander that ever flew the stars. And that he'll lick the denims off anybody that says different."