"Resignation? That's a word I've forgotten, Horse. You'll be re-assigned when we return to base." He lighted another cigarette and went back to his desk. And I wondered who we'd get to take his place. The schools hadn't had a Level-One navigator in six years and the only two graduates who met that specification were very happy on other runs. Maybe, he wasn't completely gone.... Maybe...? But that wasn't scientific thinking. Horse said, "Ever read about the old trains on Earth, Sam?" "Second-hand living," I quoted him. "That's what you called reading." "All right. It's better than not living at all. Anyway, in those old days, people along the tracks used to wave at the passengers as the trains roared by, for no reason I can think of. At any rate, for no _scientific_ reason. What happened to me was pretty much like that. Sort of romantic, wasn't it?" "An earth-bound iron sluggard moving through cow pastures. Is that romantic to a man who's seen Jupiter?" "No, I guess not," Horse said quietly. "Only to me, I guess." I turned on the video-viewer above the board, and as the glow brightened, I could see the robot quarters and Van Elling playing bridge with three of our brightest automatons. Van's a great boy to buck impossible odds, but otherwise rational. He's our robot master. Van looked up from the game at the signal light, and smiled, "About time, Skipper?" "You'd have to ask the navigator." Van's eyes shifted. "What's he sulking about?" Horse waved. "How you coming with the master-minds?" "I'm winning. I've found a system." He looked back at me. "Skipper, there should be two robot masters on this run, and you know it." Horse laughed. "A partner, eh, Van?" "Why not? Psychic bids, that's what throws them off. But it throws off my partner, too, and I don't make what I should. How about it, Sam?" I said, "You wanted a report from the navigator. I'm holding the screen open for that." Van Elling's face stiffened, and his eyes went to Horse's. Collins said, "Seven hours and twelve minutes." I turned off the viewer. Silence in the cabin and I was uncomfortable. Damn it, there had to be discipline on board, and I was in command. Horse said quietly, "Are you a natural son-of-a-broomstick, or do you work at it?" Rage flamed in me, and I waited until it had languished. Then I said calmly, "I'm your superior, and I've been too lenient. I'm not strong enough to fight you but I'm powerful enough to destroy you. I intend to. Look forward to a long career in the mines of Mars, fullback." "Even you, with all your connections, couldn't rig that," Horse said lightly. "You can ground me, and hope I get court-martialed for insubordination. I've a few connections, too." Silence, again. I went over to his scanner and checked our co-ordinates. I brought out the log and entered his mirage and his insubordination. Why quibble? Let the record speak.