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the roar and saw the barrel peel open like a rotten banana. He wasnā€™t hurt, but as he staggered back from the shock Kreega lunged at him.

The Martian was four feet tall, and skinny and weaponless, but he hit the Earthling like a small tornado. His legs wrapped around the manā€™s waist and his hands got to work on the airhose.

Riordan went down under the impact. He snarled, tigerishly, and fastened his hands on the Martianā€™s narrow throat. Kreega snapped futilely at him with his beak. They rolled over in a cloud of dust. The brush began to chatter excitedly.

Riordan tried to break Kreegaā€™s neckā ā€”the Martian twisted away, bored in again.

With a shock of horror, the man heard the hiss of escaping air as Kreegaā€™s beak and fingers finally worried the airhose loose. An automatic valve clamped shut, but there was no connection with the pump nowā ā€”

Riordan cursed, and got his hands about the Martianā€™s throat again. Then he simply lay there, squeezing, and not all Kreegaā€™s writhing and twistings could break that grip.

Riordan smiled sleepily and held his hands in place. After five minutes or so Kreega was still. Riordan kept right on throttling him for another five minutes, just to make sure. Then he let go and fumbled at his back, trying to reach the pump.

The air in his suit was hot and foul. He couldnā€™t quite reach around to connect the hose to the pumpā ā€”

Poor design, he thought vaguely. But then, these airsuits werenā€™t meant for battle armor.

He looked at the slight, silent form of the Martian. A faint breeze ruffled the gray feathers. What a fighter the little guy had been! Heā€™d be the pride of the trophy room, back on Earth.

Letā€™s see nowā ā€”He unrolled his sleeping bag and spread it carefully out. Heā€™d never make it to the rocket with what air he had, so it was necessary to let the suspensine into his suit. But heā€™d have to get inside the bag, lest the nights freeze his blood solid.

He crawled in, fastening the flaps carefully, and opened the valve on the suspensine tank. Lucky he had itā ā€”but then, a good hunter thinks of everything. Heā€™d get awfully bored, lying here till Wisby caught the signal in ten days or so and came to find him, but heā€™d last. It would be an experience to remember. In this dry air, the Martianā€™s skin would keep perfectly well.

He felt the paralysis creep up on him, the waning of heartbeat and lung action. His senses and mind were still alive, and he grew aware that complete relaxation has its unpleasant aspects. Oh, wellā ā€”heā€™d won. Heā€™d killed the wiliest game with his own hands.

Presently Kreega sat up. He felt himself gingerly. There seemed to be a rib brokenā ā€”well, that could be fixed. He was still alive. Heā€™d been choked for a good ten minutes, but a Martian can last fifteen without air.

He opened the sleeping bag and got Riordanā€™s keys. Then he limped slowly back to the rocket. A day or two of experimentation taught him how to fly it. Heā€™d go to his kinsmen near Syrtis. Now that they had an Earthly machine, and Earthly weapons to copyā ā€”

But there was other business first. He didnā€™t hate Riordan, but Mars is a hard world. He went back and dragged the Earthling into a cave and hid him beyond all possibility of human search parties finding him.

For a while he looked into the manā€™s eyes. Horror stared dumbly back at him. He spoke slowly, in halting English: ā€œFor those you killed, and for being a stranger on a world that does not want you, and against the day when Mars is free, I leave you.ā€

Before departing, he got several oxygen tanks from the boat and hooked them into the manā€™s air supply. That was quite a bit of air for one in suspended animation. Enough to keep him alive for a thousand years.

Inside Earth I

The biotechnicians had been very thorough. I was already a little undersized, which meant that my height and build were suitableā ā€”I could pass for a big Earthling. And of course my face and hands and so on were all right, the Earthlings being a remarkably humanoid race. But the technicians had had to remodel my ears, blunting the tips and grafting on lobes and cutting the muscles that move them. My crest had to go and a scalp covered with revolting hair was now on the top of my skull.

Finally, and most difficult, there had been the matter of skin color. It just wasnā€™t possible to eliminate my natural coppery pigmentation. So they had injected a substance akin to melanin, together with a virus which would manufacture it in my body, the result being a leathery brown. I could pass for a member of the so-called ā€œwhiteā€ subspecies, one who had spent most of his life in the open.

The mimicry was perfect. I hardly recognized the creature that looked out of the mirror. My lean, square, blunt-nosed face, gray eyes, and big hands were the same or nearly so. But my black crest had been replaced with a shock of blond hair, my ears were small and immobile, my skin a dull bronze, and several of Earthā€™s languages were hypnotically implanted in my brainā ā€”together with a set of habits and reflexes making up a pseudo-personality which should be immune to any tests that the rebels could think of.

I was Earthling! And the disguise was self-perpetuating: the hair grew and the skin color was kept permanent by the artificial ā€œdisease.ā€ The biotechnicians had told me that if I kept the disguise long enough, till I began to ageā ā€”say, in a century or soā ā€”the hair would actually thin and turn white as it did with the natives.

It was reassuring to think that once my job was over, I could be restored to normal. It would need another series of operations and as much time as the original transformation, but

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