There was an urgency, too, about the flight of the little ship, which had not been present on the other journey, an urgency somehow expressing the invincible will of the Federation. But there was something else, that could scarcely be defined. To Ron, it seemed as though there were an air of apology even amid efficiency, an apology for the fact that the existence of the Patrol was an admission the Galaxy Federation was not all it was meant to be. Even this brotherhood of supermen required a police force.
In moments, Rorla assumed a pinkish saucer shape and then transformed to a green and pleasant globe as it was when Ron first glimpsed it days before. They circled halfway around the planet on a long spiral curve and set the controls on a steady course which the navigator handed up confide
