"About standard size. I suppose about half of your men are on duty."
"Yeah."
"And that is enough to man the ship on a peaceful mission?"
"I have no intention of manning the ship right away."
"I will decide that. We blast off as soon as we can get to Chicago."
"You'll get mighty hungry in space. The ship isn't provisioned."
"We have an airtruck loaded with standard rations. There is no use discussing the matter. You and your men will cooperate or die. Brother Samuel, take charge of the prisoner."
The Prophet arose and walked slowly to the platform beside the Crescent. The singing stopped.
"The time for departure has come. The chosen ones will come forward. Sister Jessie, will you 'phone the hangar?" Brother Samuel marched Jan over to the chosen group.
Jan looked at the hundred men and women and decided that it would be hard to find a better band of pioneers. They were stalwart, healthy, very serious young people.