He had had a chance to get to know them in the three weeks previous to this early morning. The six who faced him represented, in miniature, the varying reactions his appointment as Force-Leader had produced in the Force as a whole. Of the hundred and fifty men under him, a few were doubtful of him because of his youth and lack of battle experience. A larger number were unequivocably glad to have him over them because of the Dorsai reputation. A few, a very few, were of that class of men who bristle automatically, as man to man, whenever they find themselves in contact with another individual who is touted as better than they. The instinctive giant-killers. Of this type was the Senior Groupman of the Third Group, an ex-Coby miner named Lee. Even squatting now in this circle, on the brink of action, he met Donal’s eye with a faint air of challenge, his brush of dark hair stiffly upright in the gloom, his bony jaw set. Such men were troublemakers unless they had responsibility to hold them down. Donal revised his original intention to travel, himself, with the Third Group.

“We’ll split up into patrol-sized units of twenty-five men each,” he said. “There’ll be a Senior or Junior Groupman to each unit. You’ll move separately as units, and if you encounter an enemy patrol, you’ll fight as a unit. I don’t want any unit going to the rescue of another. Is that clear?”

They nodded. It was clear.

“Morphy,” said Donal, turning to the thin Senior Groupman. “I want you to go with the Junior unit of Lee’s Group, which will have the rearguard position. Lee will take his own half-group directly in front of you. Chassen”—he looked at the Senior Groupman of the Second Group—”you and Zolta will take positions third and fourth from the rear. I want you personally in fourth position. Suki, as Junior of the First Group, you’ll be ahead of Chassen and right behind me. I’ll take the upper half of the First Group in advance position.”

“Force,” said Lee. “How about communications?”

“Hand-signal. Voice. And that’s all. And I don’t want any of you closing up to make communication easier. Twenty-meter minimum interval between units.” Donal looked around the circle again. “Our job here is to penetrate to the little town as quickly and quietly as we can. Fight only if you’re forced into it; and break away as quickly as you can.”

“The word is it’s supposed to be a Sunday walk,” commented Lee.

“I don’t operate by back-camp rumor,” said Donal flatly, his eyes seeking out the ex-miner. “We’ll take all precautions. You Groupmen will be responsible for seeing that your men are fully equipped with everything, including medication.”

Lee yawned. It was not a gesture of insolence—not quite.

“All right,” said Donal. “Back to your Groups.”

The meeting broke up.