He began stuffing papers back into the briefcase. A polished boot hit him where it would do the most good and he skidded through the disorderly mass. "You unutterable fool!" raged the voice above him.
"You vould kick my friend, huh?" asked Dyann indignantly.
A revolver clanked from the colonel's belt. "That will do," he snapped. "Consider yourself under arrest."
Dyann's broad smooth shoulders sagged a little. "I am so sorry," she said meekly. "Let me help yust a litle." She stooped and picked up one of the unconscious men.
"March!" rapped the colonel.
"Yes, sir," whispered Dyann abjectly. Then, being almost next to him, she rammed her burden into his belly. He sat down with a thunderous oof and Dyann kicked him behind the ear.
"That vas fun," she grinned, picking up the revolver and sticking it into her belt. "Vat shall ve do now?"
"You," said Urushkidan acidly, "are a typical human."
Ray looked despairingly out of the brig at him. "What else could I do?" he asked wildly. "I couldn't fight a shipful of Jovians. It was all I could do to talk Dyann into surrendering."