"I insist," argued Droga. "I demand satisfaction."
"I concur with Captain Droga," broke in Satish's second companion. "I will act for him."
"But ..." Loong protested and Savage interrupted:
"If he insists, he insists. It is his right."
They were quickly placed in position and again Loong counted. At "Three" Savage again swung up the needle gun and pressed the stud. Droga's head snapped back as his shot entered the ground almost at Savage's feet.
Savage remained in position until Loong summoned him.
"There's no doubt about it this time," Loong said triumphantly. "Right between the eyes."
"Honor is satisfied," said Satish's second companion and he turned away. He walked a step and spun around, a blaster in his hand. A blaster cut him in half. Loong's chauffeur had kept his eyes open.
Then there came a blaze of heat, this time from Satish's car, and flame burned the grass beside them. Loong's chauffeur turned his attention to the car. A stink filled the air. Loong worked his heat gun and they made their way back to their car behind a wall of fire. They roared away and there was no fire from the other car.
"I didn't think a heat gun was any good for spot shooting," the chauffeur apologized, "so I used a blaster."