“But suppose you took the course as laid and applied the same acceleration? Suppose you followed on the heels of your quarry until you were both in space? You could do it then, couldn’t you?”
“Gosh,” said Channing, “I never thought of that. That’s the only way a guy could pirate a ship—unless he planted his men on board and they mutinied.”
“Then it might be pirates?”
“It might be,” admitted Channing. “It’d have to occur near beginning or end, of course, though. I can’t think of anything safer than being shot at out of a gun of any kind while both crates are hitting it up at a couple of hundred miles per second and at a distance of a few miles apart. It would be all right if you were both running free, but at two G acceleration, you’d have to do quite a bit of ballistic gymnastics to sco
