Corbett was right, Wofforth admitted to himself. The man was more than a great meaty lump, after all, to see another man's unspoken thought so clearly. "Then," Jenks took it up, "First Mate Lya Stromminger will have a look. She may command the new expedition. She'll be promoted away up to Admiral or higher--twenty years of brilliant service--gone gray around the edges, but still a lovely lady. There you'll lie before her eyes, young and brave as you was when she deserted you. She'll cry, won't she? And hot tears can't thaw you out or wake you up--" "Shut your heads, both of you!" shouted Wofforth, so fierce and loud that the foil tent wall vibrated as with a gale in the airless night. But they had guessed true. He'd wanted to be found at Base Camp. He'd wanted Lya Stromminger to know, some day, that she'd blasted off and left behind the man most worthy of all men on all worlds.... "Everybody takes a hot bath tonight," said Wofforth. "We'll all sleep better for it. Tomorrow's our last day on the trail." "To do two thousand miles?" said Jenks. "To do all of that. The expedition mapped an area at least that wide around Base Camp, and it's slick and smooth. We can almost slide in." "All slick and smooth but just this side of Base Camp, lieutenant," said Jenks. "How do you mean?" "That string of craters. Don't you remember? It's just this side--east of Base Camp. This sled'll never go over that, sir." "Nor around," Corbett put in. "We'd have to detour maybe three thousand miles. And the heaters in our suits won't last." "I know about the craters," said Wofforth. "Well take care of them when we reach them." Stripping, he lowered his body into the makeshift tub and began to scrub himself one-handed. * * * * * He wakened in the morning to the sound of furious argument. Corbett and Jenks, of course. A trifle--division of the breakfast ration, or of the breakfast chores--had set off their nerves like trains of explosive. Even as Wofforth rose from his bedstrip, Corbett swung a cobble-like fist at Jenks' gaunt, grimacing face. The nimbler, smaller man ducked and sidled away. Corbett took a lumbering step to close in on his enemy, and Jenks darted a hand to his belt behind, then brought it forward again with an electro-automatic pistol. "I've been keeping this for you!" Jenks shrilled. "I'll just diminish the population of Pluto by thirty-three and one-third percent!" "Hold it!" bellowed Wofforth. He was too late. A stream of bullets chattered through Corbett's body, folding him over and ripping through the paper-thin wall of the tent. Air whistled out; the tent began to collapse. Jenks, pinned under Corbett's body, was squealing like a pig. "Lieutenant, help me--!"