"W-who are you?" he cried out. "What do you want?"
Marston put the muzzle of his automatic through a gun port and fired. C. G. screamed and fell. Then in bright dusty sunlight he rolled on one side, groaning, and clutched his arm where a dark stain spread slowly down his sleeve.
"You disappoint us, alien," Marston rasped. "Where's your espionage training? Where's the cunning to test our wits?"
Soft, pitiful sobs answered Marston who barked, "Get up and run for your life!"
C. G. got up and limped away, and Dr. Weeve turned in surprise. "What are you waiting for? Why don't you finish him?"
Marston grinned. "He's headed for the park so I'll finish him there. I'd like some old style hunting."
"Are you taking leave of your senses?" exclaimed Dr. Weeve. "What about the weapon he used on Engel? Without this armorglass, you're risking your life!"