But now the care of the sick occupied hours and Rip insisted that a watch be maintained by the com—­listening in for news which might concern the Queen.  They had done a good job at silencing the E-Stat, for they had been almost six hours in space before the news of their raid was beamed to the nearest Patrol post.

Ali laughed.  “Told you we’d be pirates,” he said when he listened to that account of their descent upon the I-S station.  “Though I didn’t see all that blaster work they’re now raving about.  You’d think we fought a major battle there!”

Weeks growled.  “The Eysies are trying to make it look good.  Make us into outlaws—­”

But Rip did not share in the general amusement at the wild extravagation of the report from the ether.  “I notice they didn’t say anything about the voucher we left.”

Ali’s cynical smile curled.  “Did you expect them to?  The Eysies think they have us by the tail fins now—­why should they give us any benefit of the doubt?  We junked all our boosters behind us on this take-off, and don’t forget that, my friends.”

Weeks looked confused.  “But I thought you said we could do this legal,” he appealed to Rip.  “If we’re Patrol Posted as outlaws—­”

“They can’t do any more to us than they can for running in a plague ship,” Ali pointed out.  “Either will get us blasted if we happen into the wrong vector now.  So—­what do we do?”

“We find out what the plague really is,” Dane said and meant every word of it.

“How?” Ali inquired.  “Through some of Craig’s magic?”

Dane was forced to answer with the truth.  “I don’t know yet—­but it’s our only chance.”

Rip rubbed his eyes wearily.  “Don’t think I’m disagreeing—­but just where do we start?  We’ve already combed Frank’s quarters and Kosti’s—­we cleaned out the hydro—­”

“Those tri-dee shots of the hydro—­have you checked them yet?” Dane countered.

Without a word Ali arose and left the cabin.  He came back with a microfilm roll.  Fitting it into the large projector he focused it on the wall and snapped the button.

They were looking at the hydro—­down the length of space so accurately recorded that it seemed they might walk straight into it.  The greenery of the plants was so vivid and alive Dane felt that he could reach out and pluck a leaf.  Inch by inch he examined those ranks, looking for something which was not in order, had no right to be there.

The long shot of the hydro as it had been merged into a series of sectional groupings.  In silence they studied it intently, using all their field lore in an attempt to spot what each one was certain must be there somewhere.  But they were all handicapped by their lack of intimate knowledge of the garden.

“Wait!” Weeks’ voice scaled up.  “Left hand corner—­there!” His pointing hand broke and shadowed the portion he was calling to their attention.  Ali jumped to the projector and made a quick adjustment.