"You knew that before you came up here."
Silence.
"You're going to join the Warrior Patrol?"
"If that's any of your business, yes." He was blazing mad. Mad because she had the nerve to walk calmly into his room and question him.
"See here," he snapped, "I've got work to do. You've said your piece. Now get out of here before I call the management."
She whirled around, facing him, solemn blue eyes staring into his.
"You asked for it," she said. "You're joining the Warrior Patrol to make yourself a big-shot. You've got to have glory and blood. I'll tell you something. You bored the tunnel through the asteroid belt. You handled the 'Cutter.' You've done the job three times now and it's a job that one man in a thousand has the courage to tackle. Now you're walking out on the Tunnel Patrol."
She hesitated, panting, catching her breath.
"Well, Mr. Big, you're walking right out into the open where they can take a pot shot at you, and don't think they won't do it."
He took two strides toward her and grasped her wrist. He must have held it tightly for tears started from her eyes.