"You black-hearted baby-killing rotter," snarled Don Channing. "I'm not chinning with you for the fun of it. You'll shoot anyway, and I want to see how good you are. Get it over with, Murdoch."
"What I have here is plenty good," said Murdoch. "Good enough. Do you know about it?"
"I can guess, but you tell me."
"Naturally," said Hellion. He explained in detail. "Can you best that?"
"We may not be able to outfire you," gritted Channing, "but we may be able to nullify your beam."
"Nonsense!" roared Murdoch, "Look, Channing, you'd best surrender."
"Never!"
"You'd rather die?"
"We'd rather fight it out. Come in and get us."
"Oh no. We'll just shoot your little Station full of holes. Like the average spaceship, your Station will be quite capable of handling communications even though the air is all gone. Filling us full of holes wouldn't do a thing; you see, we're wearing spacesuits."