Barrows came around the corner. He took one look at the cringing figure and disgustedly tucked the atoblast back into his tunic. Then he reached for the thin-faced man.
"Wait!" Brace snapped.
The little man, shaking violently, got to his knees, then to his feet. "Now Captain, I want you to understand I didn't come here to threaten you. I've got a business proposition. Strictly business!" He drew a long breath and some of his confidence returned. "And, I may be able to do you some good."
Brace glared at him, then turned to Barrows. "Check on the cargo!" he growled.
Barrows nodded and started in the direction of the Captain's cabin.
"Come on!" Brace grunted when Barrows was out of sight. He led the thin-faced man forward to the tiny chart room, let him in, then closed the door. "All right, what have you got to say?"
"Well—ah—first of all, Captain, I'd like to introduce myself. My name is Gartland. I'm a trader."
Brace studied him. "I've heard of you."
"Well, in that case, you know I'm an honest man—always seeking good business—both for a little profit and—to give others a helping hand."
"Get to the point!" Brace snapped.