"Hey, where you going?" yelled Astro.
"Almost forgot," yelled Roger from the top of the ladder. "I've got to
feed our prisoners a meal. And the way I feel, I'd like to shove it down
their throats!"
Roger went directly to the galley off the control deck and prepared a
hasty meal for Loring and Mason. He piled it on a tray and went below to
the brig.
"All right, Loring," he growled, "come and get it!"
"Well, well, well," sneered Loring. "Where's the big Manning spirit? You
boys are kinda down since you blew that little operation, huh?"
"Listen, you space crawler," said Manning coldly, "one more word out of
you and I'll bring you out in the passageway and pound that head of
yours into space junk!"
"I wish you'd try that, you little squirt!" snarled Loring. "I'd break
you in two!"
"O.K., pal," said Roger, "I'm going to give you that chance!" He opened
the door to the cell and Loring stepped out. Holding the paralo-ray gun
on him, Roger relocked the door. Left inside, Mason stuck his face close
to the grille.
"Give it to him, Loring," he hissed. "Take him apart!"
Roger threw the paralo-ray gun in the corner of the passageway and faced
the heavier spaceman.
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