I didn't say anything. Mac glanced over at me. "Well?"

"I don't know." I didn't.

I couldn't say I was surprised. It had to be something like that, about

the stoker. The mark was on him, as I've said.

It was the Marines that did Earth's best dying. It had to be. They were

trained to be the best we had, and they believed in their training. They

were the ones who slashed back the deepest when the other side hit us.

They were the ones who sallied out into the doomed spaces between the

stars and took the war to the other side as well as any human force

could ever hope to. They were always the last to leave an abandoned

position. If Earth had been giving medals to members of her forces in

the war, every man in the Corps would have had the Medal of Honor two

and three times over. Posthumously. I don't believe there were ten of

them left alive when Cope was shot. Cope was one of them. They were a

kind of human being neither MacReidie nor I could hope to understand.

"You don't know," Mac said. "It's there. In his duffel. Damn it, we're

going out to trade with his sworn enemies! Why do you suppose he wanted

to sign on? Why do you suppose he's so eager to go!"

"You think he's going to try to start something?"

"Think! That's exactly what he's going for. One last big alley fight.

One last brawl. When they cut him down--do you suppose they'll stop with

him? They'll kill us, and then they'll go in and stamp Earth flat! You

know it as well as I do."

"I don't know, Mac," I said. "Go easy." I could feel the knots in my

stomach. I didn't want any trouble. Not from the stoker, not from Mac.

None of us wanted trouble--not even Mac, but he'd cause it to get rid of

it, if you follow what I mean about his kind of man.

Mac hit the viewport with his fist. "Easy! Easy--nothing's easy. I hate

this life," he said in a murderous voice. "I don't know why I keep

signing on. Mars to Centaurus and back, back and forth, in an old rust

tub that's going to blow herself up one of these--"

* * * * *

Daniels called me on the phone from Communications. "Turn up your

Intercom volume," he said. "The stoker's jamming the circuit."

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