Edri had begun to read from the notebook. He was going fast, but taking desperate pains to make each syllable clear. Quorn hung tensely over his dials. Trehearne sat motionless, except that his muscles quivered. Sweat ran in his eyes. He was tired. He was so tired that Quorn, three feet away, looked as blurred and indistinct as though he were lost in the haze of distance. Edri’s voice went on, and on, and on.
Quorn said hoarsely, “The cruiser has picked us up. They’re already trying to jam us. Hurry up.”
Edri’s face became that of a hunted thing. His voice rose shrill, racing desperately. He turned the last page. He finished it, and then he went back to the beginning and started to repeat. Quorn stood up.
“It isn’t any use, we’re blanked out. That means the cruiser’s close, close enough
