"What?" Joachim muttered. "Where? The gangsters!" He stared around the compartment and cried, "There is one! Henry is a gangster! You are also, Ranjit! I have long suspected that the destruction of the Rings of Saturn could only be the work of gangsters! No one--Morna! Are you injured?" "No," Morna blubbered. "Stay away from me, Henry!" One of her wings of black and yellow hair had fallen over her face. "Sorry," Henry said, blushing and moving his legs. "I didn't notice which way I was drifting." Joachim said, "Where are the other gangsters? Have they gone to steal my ship? It is rented! The SPRS would never recover if we had to pay for the ship!" "Let's figure some way to get loose," Ranjit suggested. "Those fellows won't find the control room out there. No motors, anyhow, but all they've got to do is wait till enough fuel melts and use their ship to move the sweeper. Think how that'd look on my record." "You said an SG ship would be here in a few minutes," Morna objected. "I was just telling them that. There's no ship due for two days." "You actually told a falsehood?" Morna gasped. Ranjit said, "When you get to be my age, you'll find you can do lots of things they didn't teach in school. How'd you clinch up with two fellows like them, Henry? They're space happy, both of them. Didn't you have no education?" "Not much," Henry said. "Me and my parents were shipwrecked in the Asteroids when I was only ten. Mother tried to teach me Honesty, and Morality, and all the rest, but it didn't take very well. We were there eight years before we were picked up. They put me in school, then, with a bunch of kids. I didn't like it, so I skipped and worked in the mines on Titan. Then I got mixed up with Vicenzo and Aziz. This is the first job I've pulled with them." "At least you changed your mind and tried to stop it," Ranjit said, tugging at his bonds. "The snips!" Henry exclaimed. "There's a pair of snips in my side pocket. Maybe you can reach them, Ranjit, if I--No, they're on the wrong side. Morna, will you try to get them if I can put my, uh, pocket next to your hand?" "Stay away from me," Morna said. "You've got to." Henry braced his feet against the deck and pushed, bending his knees as his weightless body flew into the air. He twisted, and the side of his left leg struck the ceiling. Shoving with his toe, he forced his contorted body back toward the pipe. "There!" he grunted. "Can you reach them?" Morna said, "I don't know. My wrists are tied so tight." Her hand touched Henry's hip and sent him swinging in the opposite direction. His legs stopped across Ranjit's chest. The old man lowered his head and butted Henry back toward Morna. "Oh, get out of my face!" Morna complained. * * * * *