"Admitted ... and I'm sorry, Tom," said Garrard to Lacy, "that Lacy has his ax to grind. You, Jack, apparently get an egotistical lift out of this 'game.' Lindsay has neither."
"O.K., boss man," smiled Grant. "What do we do?"
"All the radiation meters we can pack into the battle buggy. Also we set up a radiating system near it. Then come back and we'll run through the spectrum to see. Now—"
"It's still in my district," reminded Grant.
"You're overeager," objected Garrard.
"And you're too complacent," objected Harris.
"Trouble with you," said Lacy, "is that you get too deep-set in pitting your skill against a mechanical puzzle and forget to tell us the moves."
Lindsay smiled sourly. "To finish this round robin, may I tell you your faults, Tom? You are inclined to make a false move. Not consciously, but there have been a few times when you came out by the skin of your teeth, having pathologically missed a fine point, and having caught it consciously."
Grant reached in a back pocket and rolled a pair of dice on the floor. "Roll for it?" he asked hopefully.
"Never touch dice," objected Harris.