"No, you won't," Channok said firmly. "Aside from space-ghosts, though, that crate has a downright creepy look to her. But I suppose I'd better go over and check, as soon as she slows down enough so we can latch on. And you're going to stay on the _Asteroid_, Peer." "In a pig's eye, I am!" Peer said indignantly. And though Channok wished to know if she had forgotten that he was the _Asteroid's_ skipper, it turned out that this was one time he'd have to yield. "Because, Channy dear," Peer said, her big dark eyes welling slow tears, "I'd just die if something happened to you over there and I was left all alone in space!" "All you'd have to do," Channok said uncomfortably, "is to head the _Asteroid_ for New Gyrnovaan, and you know it. Well--you've got to promise to stay right behind me, anyway!" "Of course," promised Peer, the tears vanishing miraculously. "Santis says a wife should always stick with her husband in space, because he might lead her into a jam, all right, but nothing like the !!****!; !**!! jams she's likely to run into if she strays around by herself." "Whereas Ship's Regulation 66-B says," said Channok with grim satisfaction, "that crew-member Peer gets her mouth washed out with soap just before the next sleep-period because of another uncontrolled lapse into vituperous profanity--and what was that comment?" "That one was under my breath," said Peer, crestfallen, "so it doesn't count!" * * * * * Without making any particular remarks about it, both of them had fastened a brace of guns to their jet-harnesses. At close range--held thirty feet away against the _Asteroid's_ ring-bumpers by a set of dock grapnels--the _Ra-Twelve's_ yawning lock looked more than ever like the black mouth of a cavern in which something was lurking for them. Channok went over first, propelled by a single squirt of his jets, and landed a little heavier than he had intended to. Peer, following instructions to keep right behind him, came down an instant later in the middle of his back. They got untangled hurriedly, stood up and started swiveling their helmet beams about the _Ra-Twelve's_ storage lock. It was practically empty. So was the big rack that had held the ship's single big lifeboat. There were some tools scattered around. They kicked at them thoughtfully, looked at each other and started forward through an open door up a dark passageway, switching their lights ahead and from side to side. There was a locked door which probably led into the _Ra-Twelve's_ engine section, and then four cabins, each of which had been used by two men. The cabins were in considerable disorder, but from what one could tell in a brief look-around, each of the occupants had found time to pack up about what you would expect a man to take along when he was planning on a lifeboat trip. So whatever had happened probably hadn't been entirely unexpected.