HE TALKED, THEN. URGENTLY, pacing the hut in nervous catlike strides, trying to remember things he had heard and not been very much interested in at the time. When he was through, the Kraylen said:
"It would be better. Infinitely better. But - " He spread his long pale hands, and his white crest drooped. "But there is no time. Government men will come within three days to take us - that was the time set. And since we will not go . . ."
Campbell thought of the things that had happened to other rebellious tribes. He felt sick. But he made his voice steady.
"We'll hope it's time, Father. Romany is in an orbit around Venus now - I nearly crashed it coming in. I'm going to try, anyhow. If I don't - well, stall as long as you can."
Remembering the drum and the way the men had looked, he didn
