I knew that Kramer wouldn"t let this chance pa.s.s. As Medical Officer he would be well within his rights in calling to my attention the fact that our health would soon begin to suffer. I felt sure he would do so as loudly and publicly as possible at the first opportunity.
My best move was to beat him to the punch by making a general announcement, giving the facts in the best possible light. That might take some of the sting out of anything Kramer said later.
I gave it to them, short and to the point. "Men, we"ve just suffered a serious loss. All the fresh frozen stores are gone. That doesn"t mean we"ll be going on short rations; there are plenty of concentrates and vitamins aboard. But it does mean we"re going to be suffering from deficiencies in our diet.
"We didn"t come out here on a pleasure cruise; we"re on a mission that leaves no room for failure. This is just one more fact for us to face.
Now let"s get on with the job."
I walked into the wardroom, drew a cup of near-coffee, and sat down. The screen showed a beach with booming surf. The sound track picked up the crash and hiss of the breakers. Considering the red plague that now covered the scene, I thought it was a poor choice. I dialed for a high view of rolling farmland.
Mannion sat at a table across the room with Kirschenbaum. They were hunched over their cups, not talking. I wondered where they stood.
Mannion, Communications Officer, was neurotic, but an old Armed Force man. Discipline meant a lot to him. Kirschenbaum, Power Chief, was a joker, with cold eyes, and smarter than he seemed. The question was whether he was smart enough to idealize the stupidity of retreat now.
Kramer walked in, not wasting any time. He saw me and came over. He stopped a few feet from the table, and said loudly, "Captain, I"d like to know your plans, now that the possibility of continuing is out."
I sipped my near-coffee and looked at the rolling farmland. I didn"t answer him. If I could get him mad, I could take him at his game.
Kramer turned red. He didn"t like being ignored. The two at the other table were watching.
"Captain," Kramer said loudly. "As Medical Officer I have to know what measures you"re taking to protect the health of the men."
This was a little better. He was on the defensive now; explaining why he had a right to question his Commander. I wanted him a little hotter though.
I looked up at him. "Kramer," I said in a clear, not too loud voice, "you"re on watch. I don"t want to find you hanging around the wardroom making light chit-chat until you"re properly relieved from duty." I went back to my near-coffee and the farmland. A river was in view now, and beyond it distant mountains.
Kramer was furious. "Joyce has relieved me, Captain," he said, controlling his voice with an effort. "I felt I"d better take this matter up with you as soon as possible, since it affects the health of every man aboard." He was trying to keep cool, in command of himself.
"I haven"t authorized any changes in the duty roster, Major," I said mildly. "Report to your post." I was riding the habit of discipline now, as far as it would carry me. I hoped that disobedience to a direct order, solidly based on regulations, was a little too big a jump for Kramer at the moment. Tomorrow it might be different. But it was essential that I break up the scene he was staging.
He wilted. "I"ll see you at 1700 in the chart room, Kramer," I said as he turned away. Mannion and Kirschenbaum looked at each other, then finished their near-coffee hurriedly and left. I hoped their version of the incident would help deflate Kramer"s standing among the malcontents.
I left the wardroom and took the lift up to the bridge and checked with Clay and his survey team.
"I think I"ve spotted a slight perturbation in Delta 3, Captain," Clay said. "I"m not sure, we"re still pretty far out."
"All right, Clay," I said. "Stay with it."
Clay was one of my more dependable men, dedicated to his work.
Unfortunately, he was no man of action. He would have little influence in a show-down.
I was at the Schmidt when I heard the lift open. I turned; Kramer, Fine, Taylor, and a half a dozen enlisted crew chiefs crowded out, bunched together. They were all wearing needlers. At least they"d learned that much, I thought.
Kramer moved forward. "We feel that the question of the men"s welfare has to be dealt with right away, Captain," he said smoothly.
I looked at him coldly, glanced at the rest of his crew. I said nothing.
"What we"re faced with is pretty grim, even if we turn back now. I can"t be responsible for the results if there"s any delay," Kramer said. He spoke in an arrogant tone. I looked them over, let the silence build.
"You"re in charge of this menagerie?" I said, looking at Kramer. "If so, you"ve got thirty seconds to send them back to their kennels. We"ll go into the matter of unauthorized personnel on the bridge later. As for you, Major, you can consider yourself under arrest in quarters. Now _Move_."
Kramer was ready to stare me down, but Fine gave me a break by tugging at his sleeve. Kramer shook him loose, snarling. At that the crew chiefs faded back into the lift. Fine and Taylor hesitated, then joined them.
Kramer started to shout after them, then got hold of himself. The lift moved down.
Kramer thought about going for his needler. I looked at him through narrowed eyes. He decided to rely on his mouth, as usual. He licked his lips. "All right, I"m under arrest," he said. "But as Medical Officer of this vessel it"s my duty to remind you that you can"t live without a certain minimum of fresh organic food. We"ve got to start back now." He was pale, but determined. He couldn"t bear the thought of getting bald and toothless from dietary deficiency. The girls would never give him another look.
"We"re going on, Kramer," I said. "As long as we have a man aboard still able to move. Teeth or no teeth."
"Deficiency disease is no joke, Captain," Kramer said. "You can get all the symptoms of leprosy, cancer and syphilis just by skipping a few necessary elements in your diet. And we"re missing most of them."
"Giving me your opinions is one thing, Kramer," I said. "Mutiny is another."
Clay stood beside the main screen, wide-eyed. I couldn"t send Kramer down under his guard. "Let"s go, Kramer," I said. "I"m locking you up myself."
We rode down in the lift. The men who had been with Kramer stood awkwardly, silent as we stepped out into the pa.s.sage. I spotted two chronic trouble-makers among them. I thought I might as well call them now as later. "Williams and Nagle," I said, "this officer is under arrest. Escort him to his quarters and lock him in." As they stepped forward hesitantly, Kramer said, "Keep your filthy hooks off me." He started down the pa.s.sage.
If I could get Kramer put away before anybody else started trouble, I might be able to bluff it through. I followed him and his two sheepish guards down past the power section, and the mess. I hoped there would be no crowd there to see their hero Kramer under guard.
I was out of luck. Apparently word had gone out of Kramer"s arrest, and the corridor was clogged with men. They stood unmoving as we approached.
Kramer stopped.
"Clear this pa.s.sage, you men," I said.
Slowly they began to move back, giving ground reluctantly.
Suddenly Kramer shouted. "That"s right, you whiners and complainers, clear the way so the Captain can take me back to the missile deck and shoot me. You just want to talk about home; you haven"t got the guts to do anything about it."
The moving ma.s.s halted, milled. Someone shouted, "Who"s he think he is, anyway."
Kramer whirled toward me. "He thinks he"s the man who"s going to let you all rot alive, to save his record."
"Williams, Nagle," I said loudly, "clear this pa.s.sage."
Williams started half-heartedly to shove at the men nearest him. A fist flashed out and snapped his head back. That was a mistake; Williams pulled his needler, and fired a ricochet down the pa.s.sage.
""Bout twelve a you yellow-bellies git outa my way," he yelled. "I"m comin" through."
Nagle moved close to Williams, and shouted something to him. The noise drowned it. Kramer swung back to me, frantic to regain his sway over the mob.
"Once I"m out of the way, there"ll be a general purge," he roared. The hubbub faded, as men turned to hear him.
"You"re all marked men. He"s gone mad. He won"t let one of you live."
Kramer had their eyes now. "Take him now," he shouted, and seized my arm to begin the action.