Teejay stood with hands on hips, facing him. "I know I'm not conducting myself like a lady, but then, this is the twenty-second century," she said, smiling--and struck out with her balled right fist. It bounced off Barling's jaw with savage force and the man stumbled back against the wall and crashed to the floor, his neutron gun clattering away. Barling shook himself, tried to rise. He got to hands and knees, then fell forward on his face. Teejay whirled on his officers. "All right, get him out of here! Come on, move." * * * * * The three men looked at each other. None of them did anything. "You see, boy?" said Kevin, grinning. "That's our Captain and we'll fight for her. She won the beauty pageant five years ago in Cerestown, and she can fight like a man. She's a woman for the stars, and we're proud to--" "Shut up," said Teejay. "That won't get us anywhere." By now, Barling had stirred, had come up, dazed, into a sitting position. He rubbed his jaw, winced. "Assuming we return to our ship, we still won't leave Ganymede. Not without our anthrovac." "Nor will we." "But you had to hit me! You had to flaunt your--" "No one told you to draw your gun." "--flaunt your Amazonian prowess." "Stop sniveling, Schuyler. I think we'll have to reach some sort of a compromise, but I'll dictate terms, not you." "Yes?" Barling growled up at her. "Who says we'll obey?" "Oh, get up off the floor! You look so silly, sitting there and rubbing your chin." Barling stood up, retrieving his gun but holstering it. Kevin watched him, toying with his own weapon--not pointing it at anyone in particular, but tossing it back and forth idly from hand to hand. "Give us twenty four hours," said Teejay. "We'll look for our anthrovac. In that time, none of your men is to leave the _Frank Buck_. After that, you get twenty four hours, and we're confined to the _Gordak_. Then us, then you. And so on, till one of us gets his anthrovac. Then he pulls out and the other is left here. Is it a deal?" Barling considered, said: "Well, yes--with one change. _We_ get the first twenty four hours." "No." "Then you can forget your deal, Captain Moore." "Well, then let's toss for it." Teejay reached into a pocket of her cape, flipped a coin to Steve. "Here, Stedman. You toss it." "Who gets to call?" Barling demanded. "Do you want to?" "Well--" "Good. Then I will. Ladies first, you know. Go ahead, Stedman." Steve tossed the coin, and Teejay cried: "Heads!" Palming the coin, Steve flipped it over on the back of his left hand, peered at it. Staring up at him was the metallic likeness of Angus MacNamara, first man to reach the planet Mars. "Heads," said Steve, and one of Barling's officers came over to verify it. Barling shook his head stubbornly. "How do I know it isn't a phony, a two-headed coin?" Teejay glared at him. "That's insulting, Schuyler." "Well, I'd like to look at it. How do I know--"