"Look out!" I yelled, but too late. Bill was panting and didn't have a chance to hold his breath as Mike slapped the sleep mask over his face. Mike caught him as he fell and loaded him into the other cushions.
There must have been at least a hundred green-skinned Marties milling about outside. They'd followed Bill from T'lith and they were really milling in a most un-Martian fashion.
"What have you done, Mike?" I cried, then I understood what the word "aghast" really means. That's what I was. Aghast.
Mike slammed and dogged the port, but even through the insulated hull I could hear the uproar outside.
Bill opened his eyes, gave me one look of utter disgust, and started struggling.
"Mike!" he roared. "Get us the hell out of here! Turn me loose! All the Martians have gone crazy! They chased me, damn it!"
Mike just grinned, but tensely.
"You let me out of here at once!" Bill bellowed. "Damn it all, this is mutiny!"
"Oh no," Mike protested. "I'm not responsible. I'm crazy. You put it in the log that way yourself."