She was rewarded a few minutes later by seeing the _Hell Bat_ turn on its axis for deceleration. She realized then what she should have guessed at once. Neither their ships nor the freighter were equipped with interstellar drive. The rocket trail had ceased. Unless the robot were insane, and intent only on getting away from the Solar System, to drift forever in space, it had been headed for some destination. The freighter was decelerating to match speed with that destination. Was it some planetoid far out beyond the orbit of Pluto? There were several of them out there, too far from things to be converted to space stations, containing nothing worth mining. Whatever the destination the robot had headed for, it couldn't be far away now. Her throat grew tight as she swung the ship. She debated seriously whether she should give up and let Larry take over. But the thought of his anger and contempt for her after the dirty trick she had played on him made her compress her lips into a grim line. She shook her head. She was going to find the freighter and handle the robot by herself. Or she was going to die trying. A lump formed in her throat. She didn't like the idea of dying quite so well now. Not when she had just begun to-- She didn't complete the thought but Larry's face rose before her. His too straight nose that only a surgeon could have created. His calm gray eyes. His wide shoulders and.... * * * * * The "space officer" and the robot saw the ball of fire that came into being. It was in the stern screen. It would not have been discernible among the greater lights of the stars except that it winked on, grew almost to third magnitude, then blinked out. "So we did have someone after us," the "space officer" said. He smiled into 2615's lens eyes. "Well, that's out of the way." "Yes. Yes, that's--out of the way." The robot's voice was expressionless. "Tell me about yourself, 2615." "What do you want to know? And don't call me 2615. I hate that." "You want a name?" "Yes. Don't you have one?" the robot asked. "I have a name. Pwowp." "Pwowp? That certainly isn't human--and that's what I want. I don't want a human name. Pwowp ... I like that kind of name." "They're hard to come by. Human speech has just about taken in every combination of sounds. How about just a contraction of your number--Tsixunfive." "No. A name means a lot. There's one I thought up. Rover. I like that one." "Rover?" Pwowp looked startled. "Where did you get that one?" "I don't know," 2615 said. "I just thought it up." "All right, I'll call you Rover. Now that that's settled, tell me about yourself. How does it happen that you, out of millions of robots, decided to escape?"