Pitt talked to the noisy old engine, begging it for more revolutions. The lone cylinder snapped, crackled and popped in reply, turning the warped and bent propeller shaft until it rumbled ominously inside worn and exhausted bearings. The race against the dawn was going to be close.

The hot, orange ball of the sun was barely poking its dome over the watery horizon when Pitt abruptly slowed the little engine, tardily jammed the throttle in reverse and bored clumsily into the side of the First Attempt.

"Hello the ship!" Pitt shouted weakly, too fatigued to move.

"You dumb ass," returned an irate voice. "Why don't you watch where you're going?" A shadowed face appeared over the rail and peered down at the dory, bumping against the big ship's hull. "Next time let us know when you're coming so we can paint a target on the side."

In spite of the tension and fiery agony of his wounds, Pitt could not help smiling. "It's too early in the morning for jokes. Can the wisecracks and get down here and give me a hand."

"Why should I?" said the lookout, straining his eyes in the early shadows. "Who the hell are you?"

"I'm Pitt and I'm injured. Now stop screwing around and hurry."

"Is it really you, Major?" the lookout asked hesitantly.

"What the goddamn hell do you want?" snapped Pitt. "A birth certificate?"

"No, sir." The lookout vanished behind the railing and a moment later reappeared on the boarding ladder with a boathook in one hand. He caught the dory on the aft port gunnel and pulled it to the ladder. Securing a line to the little boat's stern, he leaped on board, caught his foot on a cleat and fell sprawling on top of Pitt.

Pitt clamped his eyes shut, grunting from the impact of the other man's weight. When he opened them again he found himself staring into the yellow beard of Ken Knight.

Knight started to say something, but then he more clearly saw the bloody and ragged body beneath him. The sight of Pitt's condition made the young scientist wince and his face turned ashen. He sat rock-bound in unbelieving shock.

Pitt's lips twisted into a bemused grin. "Don't waste time sitting there like a broken crutch. Help me to Commander Gunn's cabin."

"My God, my God," Knight murmured, shaking his head dazedly and slowly from side to side. "What in the name of God happened?"

"Later," Pitt snapped. "When there's time." He swayed forward onto his hands. "Help me you dumb bastard before it's too late." There was a desperation, a burning fierceness in Pitt's voice that startled Knight into action.

Knight half carried, half dragged Pitt up the ladder and onto the deck. He stopped at Gunn's cabin and kicked at the door. "Open up, Commander Gunn. It's an emergency."