“Your use of the word ‘bloody’ is interesting, Captain. Don’t try to change course.”

The Captain reached for the mike on his desk, pressed the key.

“Power Section, this is the Captain,” he said. Retief reached across the desk, gripped the Captain’s wrist.

“Tell the mate to hold his present course,” he said softly.

“Let go my hand, buster,” the Captain snarled. Eyes on Retief’s, he eased a drawer open with his left hand, reached in. Retief kneed the drawer. The Captain yelped and dropped the mike.

“You busted it, you—”

“And one to go,” Retief said. “Tell him.”

“I’m an officer of the Merchant Service!”

“You’re a cheapjack who’s sold his bridge to a pack of back-alley hoods.”

“You can’t put it over, hick.”

“Tell him.”

The Captain groaned and picked up the mike. “Captain to Power Section,” he said. “Hold your present course until you hear from me.” He dropped the mike and looked up at Retief.

“It’s eighteen hours yet before we pick up Jorgensen Control. You going to sit here and bend my arm the whole time?”

Retief released the Captain’s wrist and turned to the door.

“Chip, I’m locking the door. You circulate around, let me know what’s going on. Bring me a pot of coffee every so often. I’m sitting up with a sick friend.”

“Right, Mister. Keep an eye on that jasper; he’s slippery.”

“What are you going to do?” the Captain demanded.

Retief settled himself in a chair.

“Instead of strangling you, as you deserve,” he said, “I’m going to stay here and help you hold your course for Jorgensen’s Worlds.”

The Captain looked at Retief. He laughed, a short bark.

“Then I’ll just stretch out and have a little nap, farmer. If you feel like dozing off sometime during the next eighteen hours, don’t mind me.”

Retief took out the needler and put it on the desk before him.

“If anything happens that I don’t like,” he said, “I’ll wake you up. With this.”

“Why don’t you let me spell you, Mister?” Chip said. “Four hours to go yet. You’re gonna hafta be on yer toes to handle the landing.”

“I’ll be all right, Chip. You get some sleep.”

“Nope. Many’s the time I stood four, five watches runnin’, back when I was yer age. I’ll make another round.”

Retief stood up, stretched his legs, paced the floor, stared at the repeater instruments on the wall. Things had gone quietly so far, but the landing would be another matter. The Captain’s absence from the bridge during the highly complex maneuvering would be difficult to explain…

The desk speaker crackled.

“Captain, Officer of the Watch here. Ain’t it about time you was getting up here with the orbit figures?”

Retief nudged the Captain. He awoke with a start, sat up.

“Whazzat?” He looked wild-eyed at Retief.