The Martian seemed to be choking with rage. He sputtered in an attempt to find his voice.
Gramp gloated like a cat that has just polished off a canary.
'Same as I was tellin' you,' he asserted. 'One good Earthman can lick ten Marshies any time of day or night.'
Jurg Tec sputtered in helpless anger.
Gramp improved upon his boast. 'Any time of day or night,' he said, 'blindfolded and with one hand tied behind him.'
Jurg Tec's fist lashed out without warning and caught Gramp square on the beard. Gramp staggered and then let out a bellowing howl and made for the Martian. The crowd yelled encouragement.
Jurg Tec, retreating before Gramp's flailing fists, staggered over the kneeling Senator Brown. Gramp leaped at him at the same instant and the three were tangled on the floor in a flurry of lashing arms and legs.
'Take that,' yelled Gramp.
'Hey, look out for my camera,' shrieked the senator.
The Martian said nothing, but he hung a beauty on the senator's left eye. He had aimed it at Gramp.