But, if Schroeder was a born fighter and perhaps killer, they were characteristics that he expended entirely upon the prowlers. He was Lake’s right hand man; a deadly marksman and utterly without fear.

One evening, when Lake had given Schroeder some instructions concerning the next day’s activities, Schroeder answered him with the half-mocking smile and the words, “I’ll see that it’s done, Commander.”

“Not ‘Commander,’ ” Lake said. “I⁠—all of us⁠—left our ranks, titles and honors on the Constellation . The past is dead for us.”

“I see,” Schroeder said. The smile faded away and he looked into Lake’s eyes as he asked, “And what about our past dishonors, disgraces and such?”

“They were left on the Constellation , too,” Lake said. “If anyone wants dishonor he’ll have to earn it all over again.”