 Which word doesn't describe Tolliver?
TOLLIVER'S ORBIT was slow—but it wasn't boring. By H. B. FYFE [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Worlds of If Science Fiction, September 1961. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] The glowing semi-disk of Jupiter was more than half a million miles distant. "A little percentage here and there on the cargoes never shows by the time figures get back to Earth. Maybe they live soft back on Earth since the mines and the Jovian satellite colonies grew; but they were out here in the beginning, most of them. "You know I took this piloting job just to scrape up money for an advanced engineering degree back on Earth. It had been built for Ganymede, but not for Jeffers. "You can ease out whenever your contract's up. Five hundred credits a week base pay, five hundred for hazardous duty. "Okay I can't fire you legally—as long as you report for work," grumbled Jeffers, by now a shade more ruddy. "Doesn't matter," answered Tolliver, grinning amiably. He winked and walked out, deliberately leaving the door open behind him so as to enjoy the incoherent bellowing that followed him. Tolliver began to have his doubts the next day; which was "Tuesday" by the arbitrary calender constructed to match Ganymede's week-long journey around Jupiter. His contract guaranteed a pilot's rating, but someone had neglected to specify the type of craft to be piloted. On the bulletin board, Tolliver's name stood out beside the number of one of the airtight tractors used between the dome city and the spaceport, or for hauling cross-country to one of the mining domes. He soon found that there was nothing for him to do but hang around the garage in case a spaceship should land. He swore when he found the assignment unchanged by "Friday." Tolliver turned to see Red Higgins, a regular driver. "What's wrong with that?" asked Tolliver. "Aah, these young punks just come out for a few months so they can go back to Earth making noises like spacemen. Sometimes there's no reason but them for sending a ship back with a crew instead of in an economy orbit. Later in the day-period, Tolliver recalled this warning. Under a portable, double-chambered plastic dome blown up outside the ship's airlock, a crewman helped him load two trunks and a collection of bags into the tractor. "Sure," agreed Tolliver thinking, Ohmigod!
 hot-headed
 hot-headed  stubborn  clever  liar