There was one thing against Joel that I was determined to overlook and this was his rather ingratiating manner, his eagerness to appear to be more than he was, and his intense desire to win favor from Dr. Spartan. As he entered he hailed everyone in a loud voice, speaking to no one in particular. And no one in particular answered. Ignoring the rebuff, and with a strict eye to protocol, he walked over to the control board where Dr. Spartan was seated. "Great show, Doctor! Brilliant show!" Joel exclaimed, extending his hand as if he were congratulating a playwright on opening night. Spartan, his dark eyes glued to the instruments in front of him, ignored Joel. "Yes, sir!" the geologist continued, putting his hand in his coat pocket, probably to give it warmth after Spartan's coolness. "We've got a good man in Willy Zinder. I always did say this boy was a sleeper. Better than a lot of men in our group, in fact." Axel nudged me in the ribs and, as I turned, he winked one of his ice-blue eyes. "Meaning me or you, Bill?" "You, you big Swede," I said, winking back. "But my opinion puts Willy several notches above Joel, too." Axel chuckled softly. "I won't worry with Willy Zinder on the crew," Joel was saying loudly. "No, sir--" "Why don't you sit down?" snarled Spartan, still not turning his head. "You drive me crazy." "Uh--ah--why yes, of course! I didn't realize--" "Then do it!" snapped Spartan. Joel almost stumbled as he backed away. Now, as he spotted Axel and me, he decided we were appropriate sympathizers. He walked over to us and said, "He's understandably touchy." "I never pet rattlesnakes," said Axel. Willy's voice, surprisingly cheerful, came over the loud-speaker. He was A-okay and was passing over the North Pole for the fifteenth time. Communications responded and wished him good luck. Dr. Spartan nodded. Then he turned his head and called out: "Miss Loring!" I turned my head. I hadn't seen Gail Loring when I entered the room. She must have been in Operations and had entered through the door in the other end of the room. Now I saw her fine-featured face as she replied, "Yes, Dr. Spartan?" "Come here!" She came over to his control board briskly, holding her head high, paying no attention to anyone but Dr. Spartan. She was all business. It was a pitiful waste, because she was an attractive girl and so untouchable. She wasn't beautiful in the sense that a stage or screen star is. She was good-looking, the kind of girl who wore well. Without lace or fancy trimmings, she was solid, durable, functional--and feminine, in spite of herself. She'd made a successful landing on the moon and had accompanied Dr. Spartan on the trial flight of the plasma ship. Now she was preparing for some other project--only the NASA knew what it was.