"What did you say?"
He shrugged. "No."
"You kept it short," somebody else whispered. It was Donley, up and sitting on the side of his hammock. "If it had been me, I would have told them just what they could do about it."
The others were awake now, with the exception of Dahl who had his face to the bulkhead and a pillow over his head.
Dowden rubbed his eyes sleepily. "Sore, aren't you?"
"Kind of. Who wouldn't be?"
"Well, don't let it throw you. They've never been here on the Moon. They don't know what it's like. All they're trying to do is get a good man to stay on the job a while longer."
"All they're trying to do," Chapman said sarcastically. "They've got a fat chance."
"They think you've found a home here," Donley said.