“Why don’t you concede?” she said. “Tommy Paine happened.” “Paine!” “Uh-huh. It’s a long story. I’ll tell you about it some time.” She pressed closer with her own queen. He stared disgustedly at the board. “Well, that’s what I mean,” he muttered. “I had no idea there were so many varieties of crackpot politico-economic systems among the UP membership.” “They’re not necessarily crackpot,” she protested mildly. “Just at different stages of development.” “Not crackpot!” he said. “Here we are heading for a planet named Kropotkin which evidently practices anarchy.” “Your move,” she said. “What’s wrong with anarchism?” He glowered at her, in outraged disgust. Was it absolutely impossible for him to say anything without her disagreement? Tog said mildly, “The anarchistic ethic is one of the highest man has ever developed.” She added, after a moment of pretty consideration. “Unfortunately, admittedly, it hasn’t been practical to put to practice. It will be interesting to see how they have done on Kropotkin.” “Anarchist ethic, yes,” Ronny snapped. “I’m no student of the movement but the way I understand it, there isn’t any.” Tog smiled sweetly. “The belief upon which they base their teachings is that no man is capable of judging another.” Ronny cast his eyes ceilingward. “O.K., I give up!” She began rapidly resetting the pieces. “Another game?” she said brightly. “Hey! I didn’t mean the game! I was just about to counterattack.” “Ha!” she said. ------------------------------------- The Section G agent on Kropotkin was named Hideka Yamamoto, but he was on a field tour and wouldn’t be back for several days. However, there wasn’t especially any great hurry so far as Ronny Bronston and Tog Lee Chang Chu knew. They got themselves organized in the rather rustic equivalent of a hotel, which was located fairly near UP headquarters, and took up the usual problems of arranging for local exchange, meals, means of transportation and such necessities. It was a greater problem than usual. In fact, hadn’t it been for the presence of the UP organization, which had already gone through all this the hard way, some of the difficulties would have been all but insurmountable. For instance, there was no local exchange. There was no medium of exchange at all. Evidently simple barter was the rule. In the hotel—if it could be called a hotel—lobby, Ronny Bronston looked at Tog. “Anarchism!” he said. “Oh, great. The highest ethic of all. And what’s the means of transportation on this wonderful planet? The horse. And how are we going to get a couple of horses with no means of exchange?” She tinkled laughter. “All right,” he said. “You’re the Man Friday. You find out the details and handle them. I’m going out to take a look around the town—if you can call this a town.”