Robert W. Krepps, Vengeance From the Past
“ Despite the dark blood I knew ran in my body too, I could not feel that I was Neanderthal; and I could not tackle the two toughest Neanderthals at the outset of the private war I had begun. I was—well, I must face it, I was scared.As the blower vents started to pour a hurricane of air into the chambers of the great wheel, I leaped past them, flicked on the intercom switch, and bellowed, "Hit the bunks! Lie down and strap yourselves in! Fast!"Skagarach had time for one approving look in my direction. "Good Companion!" he said. "You will do!" ”
