In that split second, Lansfer's eyes widened in horror. His hands streaked to his face to keep the gray death from his lips and nostrils. Remish was across the room, batting the gun from his hands.
While Lansfer still dashed the neoin away from him, Remish and Grady had guns trained on him.
"Now," said Grady, grimly, "what's this all about, Barnard?"
Barnard told them haltingly. He still had sense enough to realize that his I.Q. was down about fifty per cent. His career as the top reporter of the system was done ... all he had left was a grim determination.
He picked up the silver helmet, fitted it over his head.
"Ron—?" Gail's eyes were shocked. "What are you going to do?"
He turned silently, and they followed him to the door of the cave. He turned to Remish.
"I'm going back in there," he said.
"No!" Gail clutched at his arms. "Don't, Ron—you'll be George all over again, and I couldn't stand that—"
He bent down and kissed her, then pushed her gently aside. He looked at Remish.