"The greatest pilot in the world," Marsten said.
"The greatest this, the greatest that. And for what? Why, the ship probably won't get off the ground."
Marsten chewed furiously on his cigar. "But what if it does get off the ground? What if it does get to Mars?"
"All right. So what? How do you know there's life on Mars?"
"There is. I hired the greatest—"
"Oh, no," I groaned. "I believe you, I believe you. So now we're on Mars."
"You capture a Martian and bring him back."
"What if he doesn't care to be captured?"
"What do I pay you for?"
I thought this out, then said, "To capture Martians."