Frederic Arnold Kummer,
Star Pirate
“ The half-breed stamped his feet against the cold, glanced at the eyla. Only a tiny stump remained in my father's fingers."All right," the Venusian growled. "Let's get this over with!""As you wish," my father said cheerfully. He took a last puff of the tube, tossed it onto the ice, ground it out with his foot. One long glance he shot toward the lights of the administration building, shining through the gloom, then straightened up. "And now—" he murmured.Six flame-guns swung up to face us. Taon, betraying his first signs of emotion, gazed anxiously at my father. ”
