I swaggered across the rubble-strewn asteroid. As I approached the dome I began to feel nervous, but I didn't stop my swaggering. Outside was a great pile of disintegrators, blasters, and heaters, plus a dozen spacesuits, assorted knives, pens, pencils, coins, pots, pans, flashlights, all sorts of tools--even a heap of leatheroid jumpers, because someone must have realized the stitching was of steelite fibre, which it was. I picked up a couple of the heaters and tried the outer airlock door. It swung in easily. I stood inside the dome with my two heaters and the reaction set in. I started to laugh. A dozen big strong men sat about, half naked and afraid in their underwear, and over in a corner stood Gramps and Clair, also down to their scanties. The biggest of the twelve men said, "I'm Reardon. Thank you. Thank you, sir...." "Shut up," I told him. I waved my heater and he shut up. "We've had to do it, too," Clair said, running into my arms, pulling off my helmet and kissing me. I threw one of the heaters to Gramps, and Clair was speaking again, "I almost laughed and spoiled the whole thing, but Gramps and I took off our jumpers, too, to make it look good. In fact, Gramps gave them the idea." Good old Gramps.... * * * * * Gramps donned his spacesuit and so did Clair, and Reardon, still not comprehending, mumbled his thanks. I explored the inside of the dome thoroughly, making sure there were no hidden weapons. Then I stepped through the lock with Clair and Gramps, and I closed the outer door. I notched my heater to low intensity and fused the door and the dome into one piece. They'd need a heater or a disintegrator to get out, and they didn't have either. Clair was smiling happily, now. But Gramps had a frown on his face. "So what do we do with 'em?" "Simple," I replied. "We wait for the government ship. It'll be here in a few weeks. They're not going anywhere in the meantime." Gramps continued to frown. "You think we oughta report what they was lookin' for? The Ruskie weapon, I mean...." I laughed. "That won't be necessary, Gramps. We'll do even better than that. We'll tell them what the weapon is." Clair looked at me dumbfounded and I found myself grinning at both her and Gramps. "Jerry! You can't be serious--we didn't really find the weapon!" "We not only found it, we used it, hon," I told her. "I did some fast thinking while I was up on the rocks before. In a way I was in the same boat the Ruskies were when we beat them. I had to use desperate means--anything I could, and mainly something that would start fear, a panic...." "But I don't see--" Clair was confused.