Satellite Passage

It had to come sooner or later—the perilous moment when Our satellite crossed the orbit of Theirs....
The three men bent over the chart and once again computed the orbit. It was quiet in the satellite, a busy quiet broken by the click of seeking microswitches and the gentle purr of smooth-running motors. The deep pulsing throb of the air conditioner had stopped: the satellite was in the Earth's shadow and there was no need for cooling the interior.
Well, said Morgan, it checks. We'll pass within fifty feet of the other satellite. Too close. Think we ought to move?
Kaufman looked at him and did not speak. McNary glanced up and snorted. Morgan nodded. He said, That's right. If there's any moving to be done, let them do it. He felt a curious nascent emotion, a blend of anger and exhilaration—very faint now, just strong enough to be recognizable. The pencil snapped in his fingers, and he stared at it, and smiled.
Kaufman said, Any way we can reline this a little? Fifty feet cuts it kind of close.
They were silent, and the murmuring of machinery filled the cramped room. How's this? said McNary. Wait till we see the other satellite, take a couple of readings on it, and compute the orbit again. We'd have about five minutes to make the calculations. Morgan here can do it in less than that. Then we'd know if we're on a collision course.
Morgan nodded. We could do it that way. He studied the chart in front of him. The only thing, those boys on the other satellite will see what we're doing. They'll know we're afraid of a collision. They'll radio it down to Earth, and—you know the Russian mind—we'll lose face.
That so bad? asked Kaufman.
Morgan stared at the chart. He answered softly, Yes, I think it is. The Russians will milk it dry if we make any move to get our satellite out of the way of theirs. We can't do that to our people.
McNary nodded. Kaufman said, Agree. Just wanted to throw it out. We stay put. We hit, we hit.
The other two looked at Kaufman. The abrupt dismissal of a serious problem was characteristic of the little astronomer; Kaufman wasted no time with second guesses. A decision made was a fact accomplished; it was over.