"Ormun is good!" shouted Dyann joyously. She gave the nearest gambler a fistful of knuckles, tossed him into the air, clutched his ankles as he came down, and whirled him against the wall. The third was stabbing at her back. Blindly, Ray grabbed his arm and pulled him away. He snarled and lunged at the engineer, who tumbled backward clutching after the nearest weapon. It happened to be Colonel Roshevsky-Feldkamp's massive briefcase. He grabbed it free and brought it down on the gambler's head. It hit with a dull _thwack_ and the fellow lurched. Ray hit him again. The briefcase burst open and papers snowed through the air. Then Dyann got the enemy from behind and proceeded to tie him in knots. The redhead had already departed, screaming. Ray sank to one shaky knee and looked up into the colonel's livid face. "I'm terribly sorry, sir," he gasped. "Here, let me help--" He began stuffing papers back into the briefcase. A polished boot hit him where it would do the most good and he skidded through the disorderly mass. "You unutterable fool!" raged the voice above him. "You vould kick my friend, huh?" asked Dyann indignantly. A revolver clanked from the colonel's belt. "That will do," he snapped. "Consider yourself under arrest." Dyann's broad smooth shoulders sagged a little. "I am so sorry," she said meekly. "Let me help yust a litle." She stooped and picked up one of the unconscious men. "March!" rapped the colonel. "Yes, sir," whispered Dyann abjectly. Then, being almost next to him, she rammed her burden into his belly. He sat down with a thunderous _oof_ and Dyann kicked him behind the ear. "That vas fun," she grinned, picking up the revolver and sticking it into her belt. "Vat shall ve do now?" * * * * * "You," said Urushkidan acidly, "are a typical human." Ray looked despairingly out of the brig at him. "What else could I do?" he asked wildly. "I couldn't fight a shipful of Jovians. It was all I could do to talk Dyann into surrendering." "I mean in fighting in te first place," said Urushkidan. "I hear it started over a female. Why don't you lower animals habe a regular rutting season as we do on Uttu? Ten you could spend time tinking of someting else too, someting constructive." "Well--" Ray couldn't suppress a wry smile, "those are constructive thoughts, of a sort. But what happened to Dyann?" "Oh, tey questioned her, found she couldn't read, and let her go. But tey won't let her see you." "I suppose Earth would raise more of a stink over her being arrested than it's worth to the Jovians. But what's her literacy got to do with it?" "Te colonel's papers, you idiot. Tey are bery secret. Doubtless tey are information about Eart's defenses, obtained by his spies and to be brought home by him in person." "But I didn't read them either!"