The somebody called again, with fear in his voice. They stumbled down a long, tilted passageway and came into a little room with a great gash in it looking out over the gorge. There was a barred door in one wall, and a man sitting in front of it over a tiny box of heat-stones. The Captain. He got up, a lean grey man moving with dignity. He didn't drop his spear, but he didn't try to use it, either. He didn't say anything. His eyes took them in, in the dull glow of the heat-stones--Kirk and Samel and the Piruts, and then the yellow girl, gagged and held by the arms. His eyes blazed, then. Kirk's heart jolted. It was just the way Pa might have looked at Lil. He said roughly, thinking of Pa, "Don't try anything, and you won't get hurt. I've made a pact with the Piruts. There's to be no more fighting and we take the Ship together, share and share alike. The Officers can obey, or take what's coming to them. Where are the heat-stones?" The Captain stared at him. His face had no expression. He said, "Let my daughter go." Samel started forward. The Captain raised his spear. "Let my daughter go!" The Piruts raised their weapons. Samel looked around the room, at the single door behind them, and grinned. "Sure," he said. "Why not? Let her go." They let her go. She tore off the gag and ran to her father and stood by him, glaring at the Piruts with hot black eyes. Neither one said anything. "All right," said Samel lazily. "Now where are the stones?" "There." The Captain pointed at the tiny box at his feet. "Those are all the heat-stones there are in the Ship." Kirk cried, "That's a lie!" The Captain looked at him. "Tell your friends to go and search." "What about that door behind you?" "There are no stones in there." Kirk laughed. The laugh was not pleasant. He was thinking of the cold huts of the Hans and the thin babies that cried, and Jakk Randl dying on the pillbox wall, telling him what he'd seen. "You lie. You bring the stones up out of the gorge and hide them here. Jakk Randl saw your daughter doing it." "There was only a tiny pipe of stones in the gorge. This is almost the last of them. We used them rather than take from the community supply." Samel smiled his lazy smile and started toward the barred door. His eyes had a queer wild shine to them. The Captain cried out: "Wait! Wait, and let me speak!" Samel looked at the door and his breath made a little sob in his throat. "All right," he said hoarsely. "I can wait." He wasn't thinking about the heat-stones so much then. He was thinking of the words of the legend, power and gold. The Captain said quietly, "You can kill me, and go on. But I ask you not to. I ask you to believe me. There are no heat-stones in that room. The bar hasn't been lifted since the Crash. I ask you not to violate a sacred trust." Kirk scowled and looked at the bar. It didn't look as though it had been lifted since the Crash. He began to be uneasy.