"And now my electro-gun, please. That's right. Thanks. You've got your course charted?"
"Yes."
"For where?"
"Callisto."
"Good enough for the time being. Now lock those controls and sit down at the table again. We'll get down to business."
"I haven't any business with you, Earthman."
"Oh, yes you have, but you don't know it yet. Sit down!" Ron shoved the pistol at him meaningly.
Tarnuff complied, appearing more puzzled than he was sullen. But he did not remain puzzled long, as Ron drew out a folded paper and handed it to him.
"I'm Ron Jordan. The name may mean something to you when you've read that. You will then sign it, if you wish to ever leave this ship alive."
Ron watched him closely as he read, and he saw comprehension slowly dawn in the Martian's eyes. Tarnuff finished the brief, but concise story of the asteroid incident as related by Carl Jordan. Then he looked up with an almost contemptuous smile on his lips.