"I'm sure it's interesting," said Anti irritably. "Interesting to everybody but me. And I'm pragmatic. All I want to know is: when do we start the rockets? We've got a long way to go." "There's something that comes before that, Anti," said Jordan. "A retracted combustion cap in flight generally means at least one burned out tube." He made his way to the instruments, checking them glumly. "This time it's three." "You forgot something yourself, Jordan," said Docchi. "I was thinking of the robot." "I thought we'd settled _that_," said Anti impatiently. "We have. But let's follow it through. Where did the robot get instructions? Not from Vogel via the radio. The ship's hull cuts off that band. And the last we knew it was in our control." "Voice," said Jordan. "We freed it. Someone else could take it over." "Who?" said Anti. "None of us." "No. But think back to when we were loading the tank. We saw it through the telecom and the angle of vision was bad. You couldn't see anything that wasn't directly overhead. Not only the robot but Cameron also managed to get inside." Jordan hefted the weapon. "So we've got another hunt on our hands. Only this time it's in our favor. Nothing I like better than aiming at a nice normal doctor." Docchi glanced at the weapon. "Take it along. But don't use it. A homicide would ruin us. We could forget what we're going for. Anyway, you won't actually need it. The ship's temporarily disabled and he'll consider that damage enough. He'll be ready to surrender." He was. 5 The doctor was at ease, confident. "You've got the ship and you've caught me. How long do you think you can keep either of us?" Docchi regarded him levelly. "I don't expect active cooperation but I'd like to think you'll give us your word not to hinder us hereafter." Cameron glared at the toaster. "I won't promise anything." "We can chain him to Anti," suggested Jordan. "That will keep him out of trouble." "Don't wince, Cameron," said Docchi. "She was a woman once. An attractive one too." "We can put him in a spacesuit and lock his hands behind his back," said Jordan. "Like the old-fashioned straitjacket." Cameron laughed loudly. "Go ahead." Jordan juggled the toaster. "I can use this to weld with. Let's put him in a cabin and close the door, permanently. I'll cut a slot to shove food in--a very narrow slot." "Excellent. That's the solution. Cameron, do you want to reconsider your decision?" Cameron shrugged blithely. "They'll pick you up in a day or less anyway. I'm not compromising myself if I agree." "It's good enough for me," declared Anti. "A doctor's word is as good as his oath--Hippocratic or hypocritic."