"But—but—the incubator—"
Banes' grin widened. "We'll put the baby in it, now that we've got it, but it really isn't necessary. Your wife figured that one out. A space station is a kind of incubator itself, you see. It protects us poor, weak humans from the terrible conditions of space. So all we had to do was close up one of the airtight rooms, sterilize it, warm it up, and put in extra oxygen from the emergency tanks. Young James is perfectly comfortable."
"Excellent, Major!" said the colonel.
"Don't thank me. It was Captain Britton's wife who—"
But Captain Britton wasn't listening any more. He was headed toward his wife's room at top speed.