"You're the navigator," surrendered Jonner. "I'll take your word for it." The personnel sphere of the ship rested on the ground, tilted at almost a 20-degree angle from the horizontal. The tilt was no inconvenience, however. Each of the men weighed only five or six pounds here, and slippage was hardly noticeable. "I'll turn you over to Kraag," said Stein at last, glancing up at the chronometer. "It's my day to fix supper, you know." It was the signal Kraag had been waiting for. He reached behind him and fumbled in the rack for a gun. The one he brought out was Jonner's, and it wasn't a heat-gun but the ancient pistol Jonner swore by. Kraag put it back hurriedly, but not before Stein had turned in his chair and seen it. "What's up, Kraag?" asked Stein without alarm. "Why the gun?" Kraag pulled a heat-gun from the rack. "Nothing's up," he said, and shot Stein. The ray burned into Stein's shoulder, and Kraag swung it down across Stein's chest to his stomach before relaxing his pressure on the trigger. "My God, Kraag!" gurgled Stein. Summoning a last effort, he croaked into the microphone: "Jonner! Watch out! Kraag shot...." Kraag blasted him in the face, cutting him off. Stein's body floated forward and upward out of the chair and began to settle slowly toward the slanting floor. "What's going on, Stein?" came Jonner's alarmed voice over the loudspeaker. "Stein? Stein!" "It's all right, Jonner," said Kraag as calmly as he could, when he could reach the microphone. "Stein just fainted." There was silence from Jonner. "I'll take care of Stein and then take over the mike till you get ready to come in," said Kraag into the microphone. "I want to talk to Stein when he comes around," said Jonner. His voice sounded cold. So Jonner suspected something. Well, that couldn't be helped. Maybe he could be talked around. "All right, Jonner," agreed Kraag soothingly. Stein's body had to be hidden from Jonner, just in case. Jonner got into the personnel sphere alive--something Kraag did not intend for him to do. When he had taken care of Jonner, he could dispose of both bodies before the rescue ship got there. Dragging Stein's body was like towing someone through water. It floated through the air of the sphere at Kraag's tug, settling slowly. His only problem was getting good leverage for pushing. After some cogitation, he jammed the body into an empty food compartment two decks below the control room. Back in the control room, Kraag looked out the port. Jonner was closer to the personnel sphere now, looking toward it but not moving. Other portions of the ship, some jettisoned, some crumpled and broken apart by its crash, lay at varying distances from the personnel sphere. Some of the parts were scattered out of sight beyond the horizon, a mile away.