Publisher's Synopsis
there was a heavy element of risk involved. Three teams of recruits--the Eskimos from Point Barren, the Apaches, and the Islanders--all picked because their people had a high survival rating in the past, to be colonists on widely different types of planets. Well, the Eskimos and the Islanders aren't matched to any of the worlds on those snooped tapes, but Topaz is waiting for the Apaches. And we may have to move them in there in a hurry. It's a rotten gamble any way you see it!" "I'll appeal directly to the council." Kelgarries shrugged. "All right. You have my backing." "But you believe such an effort hopeless?" "You know the red-tape merchants. You'll have to move fast if you want to beat Ruthven. He's probably on a straight line now to Stanton, Reese, and Margate. This is what he has been waiting for!" "There are the news syndicates; public opinion would back us----" "You don't mean that, of course." Kelgarries was suddenly coldly remote. Ashe flushed under
