The two friendly cruisers were within a few miles of the Connie now and
their blasts were just strong enough to keep them edging closer, while
counteracting the sun’s pull.
The French spaceman spoke reassuringly. "My friend, we want only the
courtesy of space to which the law entitles us. We have had an unfortunate
accident to our astrogation instruments, and we wish to come aboard to
compare them with yours."
Rip laughed outright. Every cruiser carried at least four full sets of
instruments. There was as much chance of all of them being knocked off
scale at once as there was of his biting a cruiser in half with bare
teeth.