Then, for three hours, the _Pleiades_ moved slowly--for her--along a plotted and automatically-controlled course. It was very easy to tell where she had been; the sharply-cut, evenly-spaced, symmetrical pits left by the Galaxian's full-conversion blasts were entirely different from the irregularly-cratered, ages-old original surface. "Knock off, Brownie," Garlock said then. "Go eat all you can hold and get some sleep. Come back in three hours. Jim, cut our speed to seventy-five percent." Lola shed her scanner, heaved a tremendous sigh of relief, and disappeared. Three silent hours later--all three were too intensely busy to think of anything except the work in hand--Lola came back. "Take Belle's swath, Brownie. Okay, Belle, you can lay off. Three hours." "I'll stay," Belle declared. "Go yourself; or send Jim." "Don't be any more of a damn fool than you have to. I said beat it." "And I said I wouldn't. I'm just as good...." "Chop it off!" Garlock snapped. "It isn't a case of being just as good as. It's a matter of physical reserves. Jim and I have more to draw on for the long shifts than you have. So get the hell out of here or I'll stop the ship and slap you even sillier than you are now." Belle threw up her head, tossing her shoulder-length green mop in her characteristic gesture of defiance; but after holding Garlock's hard stare for a moment she relaxed and smiled. "Okay, Clee--and thanks for the kind words." She disappeared and the work went on. And finally, when all four were so groggy that they could scarcely think, the job was done and checked. Clamer's moon was as devoid of life as any moon had ever been. * * * Lola pitched her scanner at its rack and threw herself face-down on a davenport, sobbing uncontrollably. James sat down beside her and soothed her until she quieted down. "You'd better eat something, sweetheart, and then for a good, long sleep." "Eat? Why, I couldn't, Jim, not possibly." "Let her sleep first, I think, Jim," Belle said, and followed with her eyes as Jim picked his wife up and carried her into the corridor. "We'd better eat _something_, I suppose," Belle said, thoughtfully. "I don't feel like eating, either, but I never realized until this minute just how much this has taken out of me and I'd better start putting it back in.... She did a wonderful job, Clee, even if she couldn't take it full shift toward the last." "I'll say she did. I hated like the devil to let her work that way, but ... you knew I was scared witless every second until we topped off." Exhausted and haggard as she was, Belle laughed. "I know damn-blasted well you weren't; but I know what you mean. Fighting something you don't know anything about, and can't guess what may happen next, is tough. Seconds count." Side by side, they strolled toward the alcove. "I simply didn't think she had it in her," Belle marveled. "She didn't. She hasn't. It'll take her a week to get back into shape."