Palmer grinned. "Puh-lenty! I've hepped the hypos to super-max. The Chickadee can outrun anything its size in space, and a lot of bigger ones, besides!"
"Good! And have you got clearance papers?"
"Why, yes, but—"
"Excellent: 'Verily, He taketh care of His own nor faileth them in time of need.'" Salvation nodded to Warren. "We'll lift gravs," he said, "immediately!"
Palmer stared at him, then at his companion.
"What is this, Chip? Old boy off his jets?"
"Far from it," said Chip seriously. "Can't explain everything now, Syd; time's too short. But you like a good, old-fashioned fight, don't you?"
"Fight? Sa-a-ay, now—"
"Then warm the hypos," ordered Chip, "while I plot a course. We're lifting gravs immediately—for Titania."