Admiral.
He's not killing us all by putting us into subspace in minutes when it
ought to take hours, you understand. We have Ormundy and we have the
subspace room. A contingent of our men is getting the lifeboats ready.
We're going to abandon ship, Admiral, all of us, including you and the
politicians even if we have to drag you aboard the lifeboats at
N--gunpoint."

Admiral Stapleton's face went ashen. "Let me at a radio!" he roared. "I
want to answer that man and see if he understands exactly what mutiny
is!"

While Ackerman Boone was talking over the squawk box, the temperature
within the _Glory of the Galaxy_ rose to 145 deg. Fahrenheit.

* * * * *

"Fifteen minutes," Larry Grange said. "In fifteen minutes the heat will
have us all unconscious." Only it wasn't Larry alone who was talking. It
was Larry and Johnny Mayhem. In a surprisingly short time the young
Secret Serviceman had come to accept the dual occupation of his own
mind. It was there: it was either dual occupation or insanity and if the
voice which spoke inside his head said it was Johnny Mayhem, then it was
Johnny Mayhem. Besides, Larry felt clear-headed in a way he had never
felt before, despite the terrible, sapping heat. It was as if he had
matured suddenly--the word matured came to him instinctively--in the
space of minutes. Or, as if a maturing influence were at work on his
mind.

"What can we do?" Sheila said. "The crew has complete control of the
ship."

"Secret Service chief says we're on our own. There's no time for
co-ordinated planning, but somehow, within a very few minutes, we've got
to get inside the subspace room and throw the ship out of normal space
or we'll all be roasted."

"Some of your men are there now, aren't they?"

"In the companionway outside the subspace room, yeah. But they'll never
force their way in time. Not with blasters and not with N-guns, either.
Not in ten minutes, they won't."

"Larry, all of a sudden I--I'm scared. We're all going to die, Larry. I
don't want--Larry, what are you going to do?"

They had been walking in a deserted companionway which brought them to
one of the aft escape hatches of the _Glory of the Galaxy_. Their
clothing was plastered to their bodies with sweat and every breath was
agonizing, furnace hot.

"I'm going outside," Larry said quietly.

"Outside? What do you mean?"

"Spacesuit, outside. There's a hatch in the subspace room. If their
attentio