"We can't destroy the alien protozoa all over the world. But we can destroy them inside the fort."
"A hot-house culture!" The girl's shoulders slumped. "So that's to be the future of the human race. If we survive at all!"
"That's about it," he said.
Through the windows, he saw four men bearing down on his office. Hi Nesbit, the young palaeontologist, was in the lead.
"Here comes trouble," said Matt. He pushed back from his desk and stood up just as the four men entered.
Nesbit's lean jaw was thrust out; he planted himself squarely in front of Matt. Matt found himself aching to take a sock at that inviting jaw but he restrained himself.
"Well," he said, "why aren't you at work?"
Nesbit looked slightly taken aback; then he recovered himself. "Look here, Matt, we've had enough of this shilly-shallying about the women. You don't care, we know; you've got Lynn. But some of us aren't so fortunate...."
Matt knocked him sprawling.