Folley shook his head.
"I know," he said. "There's something else. I'd almost swear you were in love, with that miserable, whipped pup look you've been carrying on your map."
Blair didn't answer. Damned nonsense, he thought. He wanted to see Sheila Graham. But not because he was in love with her. He wanted to explain about Jerry, and tell her that he felt as miserable about it as she did.
She, supposedly, was on Vestena, the enemy satellite.
Captain Stew strode up and down the cabin, his huge paunch moving ahead of him like an anchored balloon. Stew was angry. Angry clean through. He showed it with his frown, the set of his lips. He said:
"The damned army isn't getting anywhere. Look here, Freedman, what's gonna happen when the Vestena fleet attacks and enters the tunnel?"
Blair Freedman had been with Stew for several hours. He was almost ready for the return patrol trip now. He stood up wearily.
"That's the worry of the Warrior Patrol," he said. "My orders are to keep the tunnel open."
Captain Stew stopped pacing the floor.