"So far we've seen none of them," Jay whispered. And he found time to puzzle about the knowledge possessed by animats. "Jay Forsix," called Ina Haan's deep voice guardedly. The animat's weapon dropped. "No talking," he warned Onin. "Yes?" "Come back to the ship at once. There are frog men lurking around and they may try to rush us. I killed one." "Killed one! That was a mistake, Ina," Jay told her. "If we could have made friends with them...." The woman's dark eyes narrowed savagely. "I'm in charge of our party, animat," she snapped. "Remember what you are and who are your masters!" Jay's blood ran hot. His nails bit deep into the palms of his hands as he bowed his head stiffly. His eyes were trained on the ground at the woman's slime-crusted boots. He swallowed with an effort. "I remember," he said slowly, his voice colorless as a true robot's. Ina's lips smiled triumphantly. Her eyes softened as she patted his shoulder possessively. "You _are_ a handsome brute," she said softly. "I could easily...." Onin grinned at Jay sardonically and winked. Jay shifted uncomfortably. Her hand dropped and she pushed at his naked chest. "Back to the ship!" Her voice snapped crisply as she led the way. * * * * * They reached the ship without incident and dumped their loads in the kreth-patched airlock that served as a warehouse. Then the two animats went along a dripping short corridor past the humans' cabin to their own quarters. The other four androids were lying on dank heaps of nik-nik brush half-asleep. Two of them were huge-chested, brutal-featured animats, patterned after the sturdy peasant stock of Earth; the others were pale-eyed, sharp-nosed little men. One of the little animats sat up. "I am awake," he said, his high nasal voice carrying a note of hysteria. "The hum that hurts my head is gone. I can think." Jay looked at Onin and nodded. "Dampness must have finished the cells. Maybe a short circuit." "They'll all be like this shortly," Onin agreed. Jay released the battery case's cover and snapped out the compact square batteries. The sharp-nosed animat, D601, scrubbed filthy fingers across his chin. His pale eyes darted furtively around the ruined cabin. "I'm hungry," he whined. "I'd like a powdered steak dinner and a glass of _blika_. I got plenty of starshine in my straps." His eyes widened as his fingers searched his ragged trunks. "Took me off," he shrieked. "All gone. Every credit." Jay shook the screeching little man. "What do you mean--all your credits gone? How would an animat have anything of value?" Desix Owun frowned and shook his head. "I--I don't know," he finally admitted. "For a moment it seemed as though--I was not--what I am." "Try to think; to remember," Jay urged. "I have a wild theory that maybe you remember more than you think. Why would the technicians implant knowledge of finance and credits in a labor robot's brain?"