"He's speaking for us and at the same time warning against a mass attack on Central Camp," Susan whispered. "They don't seem to go for his ideas," Nick commented. At last Klev finished, and even as he sat down a dozen Martians were shouting angry protests. Merlo was foremost among them. The presiding Martian asked a question. Klev replied shortly and turned in his seat to watch the doorway. The excited conversation of the assembly rose from a mutter to a babble. After a short wait another Martian hurried in and took the floor. His address was more pantomime than speech. He raised both arms as though holding a rifle and squinted through imaginary sights. Slowly he lowered the invisible weapon and stooped as though picking up a small object from the floor. Nick gripped Susan's arm in sudden astonishment. "Hell," he said. "That's the one who got me outlawed by the Mecs." The Martian made a throwing gesture and waved his arms as though warning someone to go away. Then he pointed at Nick. "I spotted him while I was on ground patrol in the city," Nick told Susan. "Caught him on a roof. But hell, I couldn't shoot him, not while he just stood there looking helpless and sort of pitiful, with his hands hanging at his sides. He didn't even try to run. Not without Gravinol, I couldn't. I chunked a rock at him to scare him away." "But--?" "Standing orders for all Mecs to kill anything that moves, particularly Marties, you know. Some lieutenant with field glasses saw me deliberately let that one get away and radioed in that something was wrong. Within two minutes Colonel Hammer had the orders out to get me." The Martian finished, and this time the reaction of the crowd did not indicate any unanimous emotion. One after another rose to his feet and commented, Susan's head turning as she tried to follow each excited outburst. At last silence settled over the room as the Martian on the dais raised both arms for silence. "You and the man," he spoke directly to Susan and she translated for Nick's benefit, "will not be executed. That is according to the laws of Mars. "You will both be taken to the surface and released there. Do not return, under penalty of death." A disguised death sentence, but as effective as though they were to be executed on the spot. Nick's hand streaked toward his knife, but before he could draw it half a dozen _varlus_ had him numb and helpless. His last impression as they were led away was the smugly satisfied expression on Merlo's bluish face. IV