The Hour of Battle

electroencephalograph. Any alteration from the typical human brain wave pattern of the occupants of a Detector- equipped ship would boost the indicator around the dial. Even a bad dream or a case of indigestion would jar it.

It seemed probable that any attempt to take over a human mind would disturb something. There had to be a point of interaction, somewhere.

That was what the Attison Detector was supposed to detect. Maybe it would.

The spaceships, three men to a ship, dotted space between Earth and Mars, forming a gigantic sphere with Earth in the center.

Tens of thousands of men crouched behind gunfire panels, watching the dials on the Attison Detector.

The unmoving dials.

'Do you think I could fire a couple of bursts?' Edwardson asked, his fingers on the gunfire button. 'Just to limber the guns?'

'Those guns don't need limbering,' Cassel said, stroking his beard. 'Besides, you'd throw the whole fleet into a panic.'

'Cassel,' Morse said, very quietly. 'Get your hand off your beard.'

'Why should I?' Cassel asked.

'Because,' Morse answered, almost in a whisper, 'I am about to ram it right down your fat throat.'

Cassel grinned and tightened his fists. 'Pleasure,' he said. 'I'm tired of looking at that scar of yours.' He stood up.

'Cut it,' Edwardson said wearily. 'Watch the birdie.'

'No reason to, really,' Morse said, leaning back. 'There's an alarm bell attached.' But he looked at the dial.

'What if the bell doesn't work?' Edwardson asked. 'What if the dial is jammed? How would you like something cold slithering into your mind?'

'The dial'll work,' Cassel said. His eyes shifted from Edwardson's face to the motionless indicator.

'I think I'll sack in,' Edwardson said.

'Stick around,' Cassel said. 'Play you some gin.'

'All right.' Edwardson found and shuffled the greasy cards, while Morse took a turn glaring at the dial.

'I sure wish they'd come,' he said.

'Cut,' Edwardson said, handing the pack to Cassel.

'I wonder what our friends look like,' Morse said, watching the dial.

'Probably remarkably like us,' Edwardson said, dealing the cards. Cassel picked them up one by one, slowly, as if he hoped something interesting would be under them.

'They should have given us another man,' Cassel said. 'We could play bridge.'

'I don't play bridge,' Edwardson said.

'You could learn.'

'Why didn't we send a task force?' Morse asked. 'Why didn't we bomb their planet?'

'Don't be dumb,' Edwardson said. 'We'd lose any ship we sent. Probably get them back at us, possessed and firing.'

'Knock with nine,' Cassel said.

'I don't give a good damn if you knock with a thousand,' Edwardson said gaily. 'How much do I owe you now?'

'Three million five hundred and eight thousand and ten. Dollars.'

'I sure wish they'd come,' Morse said.

'Want me to write a check?'

'Take your time. Take until next week.'

'Someone should reason with the bastards,' Morse said, looking out the port. Cassel immediately looked at the dial.

'I just thought of something,' Edwardson said.

'Yeh?'

'I bet it feels horrible to have your mind grabbed,' Edwardson said. 'I bet it's awful.'

'You'll know when it happens,' Cassel said.

'Did Everset?'

'Probably. He just couldn't do anything about it.'

'My mind feels fine,' Cassel said. 'But the first one of you guys starts acting queer—watch out.'

They all laughed.

'Well,' Edwardson said, 'I'd sure like a chance to reason with them. This is stupid.'

'Why not?' Cassel asked.

'You mean go out and meet them?'

'Sure,' Cassel said. 'We're doing no good sitting here.'

'I should think we could do something,' Edwardson said slowly. 'After all, they're not invincible. They're reasoning beings.'

Morse punched a course on the ship's tape, then looked up.

'You think we should contact the command? Tell them what we're doing?'

'No!' Cassel said, and Edwardson nodded in agreement. 'Red tape. We'll just go out and see what we can do. If they won't talk, we'll blast 'em out of space.'

'Look!'

Out of the port they could see the red flare of a reaction engine; the next ship in their sector, speeding forward.

'They must have got the same idea,' Edwardson said.

'Let's get there first,' Cassel said. Morse shoved the accelerator in and they were thrown back in their seats.

'That dial hasn't moved yet, has it?' Edwardson asked, over the clamor of the Detector alarm bell.

'Not a move out of it,' Cassel said, looking at the dial with its indicator slammed all the way over to the highest notch.