He pulled himself to a sitting position. "I don't know," he said. "I've been all mixed up, I think." He felt his powerful arm. "I'm a Spacer." Suddenly he glanced at her. "What are the suitcases for?" he said. "I'm moving in," Laney said. "I need a place to sleep." "What's the matter with Kanaday? Did he get tired of listening to you preaching? He's my friend, Laney; I'm not going to do him dirt." "He's dead, Rolf. When the Earther cops came here to bring you back, and he saw what they did to you, his hatred overflowed. He always hated Earthers, and he hated them even more for the way you were being tricked into thinking they were worth anything. He got hold of one of those cops and just about twisted him into two pieces. They blasted him." Rolf was silent. He let his head sink down on his knees. "So I moved down here. It's lonely upstairs now. Come on; I'll help you get up." She walked toward him, hooked her hand under his arm, and half-dragged, half-pushed him to his feet. Her touch was firm, and there was no denying the strength behind her. "I have to get fixed up," he said abruptly. "My leave's up in two days. I have to get out of here. We're shipping for Pluto." * * * * * He rocked unsteadily on his feet. "It'll really get lonely here then," he said. "Are you really going to go? Or are you going to find some jack-surgeon who'll make your face pretty for a few dirty credits?" "Stop it. I mean it. I'm going. I'll be gone a year on this signup. By then I'll have enough cash piled up on various planets to be a rich man. I'll get it all together and get a mansion on Venus, and have Greenie slaves." It was getting toward noon. The sun, high in the sky, burst through the shutters and lit up the dingy room. "I'll stay here," Laney said. "You're going to Pluto?" He nodded. "Kanaday was supposed to be going to Pluto. He was heading there when that explosion finished his foot. He never got there after that." "Poor old Kanaday," Rolf said. "I'll miss him too. I guess I'll have to run the boarding-house now. For a while. Will you come back here when your year's up?" "I suppose so," Rolf said without looking up. "This town is no worse than any of the other Spacertowns. No better, but no worse." He slowly lifted his head and looked at her as she stood there facing him. "I hope you come back," she said. The sun was coming in from behind her, now, and lighting her up. She was rugged, all right, and strong: a good hard worker. And she was well built. Suddenly his aches became less painful, as he looked at her and realized that she was infinitely more beautiful than the slick, glossy-looking girl he had kissed on the veranda, who had bought her teeth at a store and had gotten her figure from a surgeon. Laney, at least, was real.