I wakened to find Horse nodding over his board.
I said sharply, "I'm ready to eat, Collins."
His head jerked upright, and he stared at me a few seconds. Then he stood up and went out to the small galley.
A stinking fullback trying to play the political game with Slide Rule Sam. How these athletes loved to over-rate themselves.
He brought my food, and then went into the galley to eat his.
When he came out, he said, "I'd like to nap, if you're going to be awake, Chief."
"I'll be awake for two hours. You'd better sleep fast."
"You're the boss," he said, which was his admission.
I gave him a bad time the rest of the trip and got not a single complaint out of him. And at Mars, we put on our suits and went ashore, and I entered my complaints with the subsidiary board at the company headquarters there.
They got us transportation to Earth next morning, and both Van and Horse were held for trial the following week.