Lucky held fast.
Anton said, "I keep my word." A tiny flush appeared on his cheekbones. "It is my only virtue as men count virtue, but I hold fast to it."
Lucky put down his blaster and Anton picked it up. He handed it to the other pirate.
"Put it away, Dingo, and get out of here." He turned to Lucky. "The other passengers got away in the lifeboats? Right?"
Lucky said, "That's an obvious trap, Anton-"
"Captain Anton, please." He smiled, but his nostrils flared.
"Well, then, it's a trap, Captain Anton. It was obvious that you knew there were no passengers or crew on this ship. You knew it long before you boarded."
"Indeed? How do you make that out?"
"You approached the ship without signaling and without a warning shot. You made no particular speed. You ignored the lifeboats when they shot out. Your men entered the ship carelessly, as though they expected no resistance. The man who first found me entered this room with his blaster well bolstered. The conclusion follows."
"Very good. And what are you doing on a ship without crew or passengers?"
Lucky said grimly, "I came to see you, Captain Anton."
Chapter 3
Duel In Word
Anton's expression did not change. "And now you see me.
"But not privately, Captain." Lucky's lips thinned and closed with great deliberation.
Anton looked quickly about. A dozen of his men in every stage of space-suit undress had crowded into the room, watching and listening with gaping interest.
He reddened slightly. His voice rose. "Get on your business, scum. I want a complete report on this ship. And keep your weapons ready. There may be more men on board and if anyone else gets caught as Dingo did, he'll be tossed out an air-lock."
There was slow, shuffling motion outward.
Anton's voice was a sudden scream. "Quickly! Quickly!" One snaking gesture, and a blaster was in his hand. "I'll count three and shoot. One… two…"
They were gone.
He faced Lucky again. His eyes glittered and his breath came and went quickly through pinched white nostrils.
"Discipline is a great thing," he breathed. "They must fear me. They must fear me more than they fear capture by the Terrestrial Navy. Then a ship is one mind and one arm. My mind and arm."
Yes, thought Lucky, one mind and one arm, but whose? Yours?
Anton's smile had returned, boyish, friendly, and open. "Now tell me what you want."
Lucky jerked a thumb toward the other's blaster, still drawn and ready. He matched the other's smile. "Do you intend shooting? If so, get it over with."
Anton was shaken. "Space! You're a cool one. I'll shoot when I please. I like it this way. What's your name?" The blaster held on its line with deadly steadiness.
"Williams, Captain."
"You're a tall man, Williams. You look strong. And yet here I sit and with just a pressure of my thumb you're dead. I think it's very instructive. Two men and one blaster is the whole secret of power. Did you ever think of power, Williams?"
"Sometimes."
"It's the only meaning to life, don't you think?"
"Maybe."
"I see you're anxious to do business. Let's begin. Why are you here?"
"I've heard of pirates."
"We're the men of the asteroids, Williams. No other name."
"That suits me. I've come to join the men of the asteroids."
"You flatter us, but my thumb is still on the blaster contact. Why do you want to join?"
"Life is closed on Earth, Captain. A man like myself could settle down to be an accountant or an engineer. I might even run a factory or sit behind a desk and vote at stockholders' meetings. It doesn't matter. Whatever it is, it would be routine. I would know my life from beginning to end. There would be no adventure, no uncertainty."
"You're a philosopher, Williams. Go on."
"There are the colonies, but I'm not attracted by a life as a farm boy on Mars or as a vat tender on Venus. What does attract me is the Me on the asteroids. You live hard and dangerously. A man can rise to "power as you have. As you say, power gives meaning to life."
"So you stow away on an empty ship?"
"I didn't know it was empty. I had-to stow away somewhere. Legitimate space passage comes high and passports to the asteroids aren't being handed out these days. I knew this ship was part of a mapping expedition. The word had got around. It was headed for the asteroids. So I waited till just before it blasted off. That's when everybody would be busy getting ready for take-off and yet the air-locks would still be open. I had a pal take a sentry out of circulation.
"I figured we'd stop at Ceres. It would be bound to be Prime Base for any asteroid expedition. Once there, it seemed to me I could get off without trouble. The crew would be astronomers and mathematicians. Snatch off their glasses and they'd be blind. Point a blaster at them and they'd die of fright. Once on Ceres I'd contact the pi-The men of the asteroids, somehow. Simple."
"Only you got a surprise when you boarded ship? Is that it?" asked Anton.
"I'll say. No one aboard and before I could get it straight in my mind that there wasn't anyone aboard, it blasted off."
"What's it all about, Williams? How do you figure it?" "I don't. It beats me."
"Well, let's see if we can find out. You and I together." He gestured with his blaster and said sharply, "Come on".
The pirate chief led the way out of the control room into the long central corridor of the ship. A group of men came out of a door up ahead. They rumbled short comments at one another and stilled into silence when they caught Anton's eyes.
Anton said, "Come here."
They approached. One wiped a grizzled mustache with the back of his hand and said, "No one else on board this ship, Captain."
"All right. What do you think of the ship?"
There were four of them. The number increased as more men joined the group.
Anton's voice grew edgy. "What do any of you think of the ship?"
Dingo pushed his way forward. He had got rid of his space-suit and Lucky could see him as a man. It was not altogether a pleasant sight. He was broad and heavy and his arms were slightly bowed as they hung loosely from bulging shoulders. There were tufts of dark hair on the back of his fingers and the scar on his upper lip twitched. His eyes glared at Lucky.
He said, "I don't like it."
"You don't like the ship?" Anton asked sharply.
Dingo hesitated. He straightened his arms, threw back his shoulders. "It stinks."
"Why? Why do you say that?"
"I could take it apart with a can opener. Ask the rest and see if they don't agree with me. This crate is put together with toothpicks. It wouldn't hold together for three months."
There were murmurs of agreement. The man with the gray mustache said, "Beg your pardon, Captain, but the wiring is taped in place. It's a two-bit job. The insulation is almost burnt through already."
"All the welding was done in a real hurry," said another. "The seams stand out like that." He held out a thick and dirty thumb.
"What about repairs?" asked Anton.
Dingo said, "It would take a year and a Sunday. It isn't worth it. Anyway, we couldn't do it here. We'd have to take it to one of the rocks."
Anton turned to Lucky, explaining suavely, "We always refer to the asteroids as 'rocks,' you understand."