"Tamis!" Joel hissed.
"Yes?"
"Grab his feet. We'll lay him in his bunk."
Together they lifted the giant, hauled him across the deck, stowed him in his bed.
"Tomorrow!" Tamis breathed.
Joel saw her slide into her bunk. He retreated across the fo'cs'le and lay down, but his brain was reeling.
What did the presence of a native Centaurian among the malcontents signify? Then he thought of Walt Eriss and a coldness flowed through his veins. How much had the ex-surgeon overheard of this?
At length in utter emotional exhaustion, he dropped off to sleep.
Joel was awakened by lights and the angry sound of voices. He opened his eyes. Beams of light were darting here, there. The fo'cs'le seemed overflowing with guards in their gaudy blue and yellow uniforms.