But Channok had taken two soft steps forward by then, and he had only to swing. The Reaper was clubbed in his right hand, and he brought the butt end down on the top of Nasal-voice Ezeff's skull-tight flying cap as if he were trying to ram a stake through the surface rock of Old Nameless.
"What happened over there on the Mound?" he inquired in a voice that kept wanting to quaver. He was hurriedly pulling on Nasal-voice's flight suit.
"Here's his goggles," said Peer, also shakily. "Tell you tonight about the Mound. But Santis was right!"
"That's what it sounded like," Channok admitted. He slipped on the goggles. "Do I look like this Ezeff now?"
"Not very much," Peer said doubtfully. "You still got that nose and that jaw. Better hold me close up to your face! I'll put on a good act."
"All right. As soon as I set you down in the lock, jump past the guard and yell, or something. If he looks after you, we mightn't have to kill this one." He held out his arms. "Hop up! We'd better get started before those last two on the Ra-Twelve decide to come over."
Peer hopped up. Channok wrapped his right arm carefully around her. They looked at each other thoughtfully for a moment.
"All set?" he asked.
"Sure," said crew-member Peer. She smiled faintly.