"Why, Billy, in that case I will be glad to come home with you."
They moved away together. "There's one thing I want made completely clear," Billy Kasker said.
"What is that?"
"When the time comes, there is one conqueror I've got on my list!"
"That jerk I made class president? Of course, Billy. We will be glad to save him for you alone." The instructor's smile was a happy one.
"Good. That's agreed then." In the gathering dusk, Billy Kasker's voice was as sharp as the edge of a knife driving home into a throat from which green blood spurted....
Transcriber's Note:
This etext was produced from Fantastic Universe January 1954. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed. Minor spelling and typographical errors have been corrected without note.