She fought me as I tried to reach the switch. I saw down on the deck Miko gazing up at us. Moa panted, "Gregg--stop! If he--sees you doing this, he'll kill you--" The scene down there was almost unchanged. I had answered my cue. To what purpose? I saw Anita near Miko. The last of the women were on the plank. I had stopped struggling with Moa. She sat back, panting; and then she called: "Sorry, Miko. It will not happen again." Miko was in a towering rage. But he was too busy to bother with me; his anger swung on those nearest him. He shoved the last of the women violently at the incline. She bounded over. Her body, with the gravity-pull of only a few Earth-pounds, sailed in an arc and dropped to the sward near the swaying line of men. Miko swung back. "Get out of my way!" A sweep of his huge arm knocked Anita sidewise. "Prince, damn you, help me with those boxes!" The frightened stewards were lifting the boxes, square metal storage-chests each as long as a man, packed with food, tools, and equipment. "Here, get out of my way, all of you!" My breath came again; Anita nimbly retreated before Miko's angry rush. He dashed at the stewards. Three of them held a box. He took it from them; raised it at the top of the incline. Poised it over his head an instant, with his massive arms like gray pillars beneath it. And flung it. The box catapulted, dropped; and then, passing the Planetara's gravity area, it sailed in a long flat arc over the forest glade and crashed into the purple underbrush. "Give me another!" * * * * * The stewards pushed another at him. Like an angry Titan, he flung it. And another. One by one the chests sailed out and crashed. "There is your food--go pick it up! Haljan, make ready to ring us away!" On the deck lay the dead body of Rance Rankin, which the stewards had carried out. Miko seized it, flung it. "There! Go to your last resting place!" And the other bodies. Balch Blackstone, Captain Carter, Johnson--Miko flung them. And the course masters and those of our crew who had been killed; the stewards appeared with them; Miko unceremoniously cast them off. The passengers were all on the ground now. It was dim down there. I tried to distinguish Venza, but could not. I could see Dr. Frank's figure at the end of the chained line of men. The passengers were gazing in horror at the bodies hurtling over them. "Ready, Haljan?" Moa prompted me. "Tell him yes!" I called, "Yes!" Had Venza failed in her unknown purpose? It seemed so. On the helio-room bridge Snap and his guard stood like silent statues in the blue-lit gloom. The disembarkation was over. "Close the ports," Miko commanded. The incline came folding up with a clatter. The port and dome-windows slid closed. Moa hissed against my ear: "If you want life, Gregg Haljan, you will start your duties!"