"Yes."
"Commander Potan tells me you were chief navigator of the Planetara?"
"Yes."
"You shall pilot us when we advance upon the Grantline camp. I am control-commander here—Brotow, my name."
He smiled. A giant fellow, but spindly. He spoke good English. He seemed anxious to be friendly.
"We are glad to have you and George Prince's sister with us." He shot Anita an admiring glance. "I will show you our controls, Haljan."
"All right," I said. "Whatever I can do to help...."
"But not now. It will be some hours before we are ready."
I nodded, and he wandered away. Anita whispered:
"Did he mean that signal room up here in the tower? Oh, Gregg, maybe it's only the ship's control room!"