Sam Knox touched a button in the control room of the Wanderer , and the draperies slid back from her transparent nose. He stood a moment, a sturdy compact figure, gazing into the dark. "Look at them!" he said bitterly. "They hang there like stars." Before the Wanderer he could see the mining fleet at the edge of the Asteroid Belt, their identification lights twinkling out from the enshrouding ebon mantle of space. They might as well be stars, for all the progress he had made with them. He had be