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"That's all right," Olear replied, studiously keeping the knife point at exactly the right place, "I'll ride him in. Get going, you, and be tactful when you go through the door, or this sticker of mine might slip!" With extreme care the Plutonian did exactly as Olear ordered him to. * * * * * It was necessary to radio for one of the larger patrol ships to take Olear's enormous prisoner back to Earth for his trial. THAT'S ALL RIGHT ELIER REPLIED STUDIOUSLY KEEPING THE KNIFE POINT AT EXACTLY THE RIGHT PLACE I'LL RIDE HIM IN GET GOING YOU AND BE TACTFUL WHEN YOU GO THROUGH THE DOOR OR THIS STICKER OF MINE MIGHT SLIP WITH EXTREME CARE THE PLUTONIAN DID EXACTLY AS ELIER ORDERED HIM TO IT WAS NECESSARY TO RADIO FOR ONE OF THE LARGER PATROL SHIPS TO TAKE O'LIE'S ENORMOUS PRISONER BACK TO EARTH FOR HIS TRIAL
Morones shouted. "You may murder me, but they'll get you! They'll get you!" "Who'll get me?" the Plutonian purred silkily, deferring the pleasure of the kill for another moment. Morones was having trouble with his breathing. His red face lolled from side to side, his eyes rolled in agony. Suddenly he saw Olear. Unbelieving, he relaxed. "I'm seein' things!" he breathed. "Who'll get me?" persisted the Plutonian, applying a little more pressure. "The I. F. P.!" Morones gasped. "Well, you little son-of-a-gun!" Olear thought, and then he jumped. He landed a-straddle the neck of the Plutonian, which was almost like forking a horse. One brawny arm seized a horn. The other, with a lightning-swift dart, brought the point of the long service-knife to the pulsing black throat. "Put him down!" Olear spoke into the great pointed ear. "Easy!" Back on his feet, Morones began bellowing at the Mercurians. Utterly demoralized, they fled pell-mell. Morones came back. He said: "Nothing to tie him up with. ISAGE ABOVE HIM IN HIS LAST EXTREMITY HE WAS STILL ANGRY YOU DEVIL MORIN SHOUTED YOU MAY MURDER ME BUT THEY'LL GET YOU THEY'LL GET YOU WHO GET ME SAID THE PLUTONIUM BIRD SILKILY DEFERRING THE PLEASURE OF THE KILL FOR ANOTHER MOMENT MORIN'S WAS HAVING TROUBLE WITH HIS BREATHING HIS RED FACE LOLLED FROM SIDE TO SIDE HIS EYES ROLLED IN AGONY SUDDENLY HE SAW OILER UNBELIEVINGLY HE RELAXED I'M SEEING THINGS HE BREATHED WHO'LL GET ME PERSISTED THE PLUTONIAN APPLYING A LITTLE MORE PRESSURE THE I F P MORIN SCOSSED WELL YOU LITTLE SON OF A GUN ALIER THOUGHT AND THEN HE JUMPED HE LANDED ASTRADDLE THE NECK OF THE PUTONIUM WHICH ALMOST LIKE FORKING A HORSE ONE BRAWNING ARM SEIZED A HORN THE OTHER WITH A LIGHTNING SWIFT DART BROUGHT THE POINT OF THE LONG SERVICE KNIFE TO THE PULSING BLACK THROAT PUT HIM DOWN ELIAS SPOKE WITH A GREAT POINTED EAR EASY BACK ON HIS FEET MORONES BEGAN BELLOWING AT THE MERCURIANS UTTERLY DEMORALIZED THEY FLED PELL MELL MORINES CAME BACK HE SAID NOTHING TO TIE HIM UP WITH
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