He held his arms loosely at his side, and he
balanced on the balls of his feet. A slight smile played at the corners
of his mouth.
"Start breaking, Loring," he said quietly.
"Why, you--" snarled Loring and rushed in. He swung wildly for Roger's
head, but the cadet slipped inside the punch and drove a hard right to
Loring's mid-section. The prisoner doubled over, staggered back, and
slowly straightened up. Roger's lips were drawn tightly in a grimace of
cold anger. His eyes were shining hard and bright. He stepped in quickly
and chopped two straight lefts to Loring's jaw, then doubled the
spaceman up again with a hard right to the heart. Loring gasped and
tried to clinch. But Roger threw a straight jolting right to his jaw.
The prisoner slumped to the floor, out cold. The fight was finished.
Roger went over, picked up the paralo-ray gun, and opened the cell door
again.
"All right, Mason," he said coldly, "drag him inside. And if you want to
try me for size, just say so."
Mason didn't answer. He merely hurried out, and grabbing Loring by the
feet, dragged him inside. Roger slammed the door and locked it.
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