Paula would die as Moira had done, years ago. Garth shrugged and slapped the girl's weapon down. "Stay out of this," he commanded, and turned away, walking across the clearing to where Sampson and the others were shouldering their kits. The red-haired giant looked up at Garth's approach. "Step it up," he said. "We're in a hurry." "I'm not going." Sampson's furry brows drew together. "The hell you're not. We need you!" There was a band of ice around Garth's middle. "I know that. You can't get through without me. You'll never get out of the Forest alive. That's tough. Paula and I are going ahead, with Captain Brown. We're finishing what we started." "You lousy so-and-so!" Sampson roared. His big hand reached out, clutching. Garth stepped back, drawing his pistol. "Take it easy," he said under his breath. But there was a gun in Sampson's hand now. Behind the giant, the other men stirred angrily. "You're coming with us!" "Not alive. I won't be much good to you dead, will I?" After a moment Sampson re-holstered his gun. He looked around at the others. Someone said, "We can get along without that son." Sampson growled at him. "Shut up. We can't. You'd have been sucked dry by that spider-thing yesterday if Garth hadn't seen it in time. He knows where to walk in this hell-hole." Garth didn't say anything. He waited, holding his gun with casual lightness. Sampson glared. "What do you want, then?" "I want you to keep going--finish what you started." "Then what?" "We may find weapons--and other things." "Suppose we don't?" "Then we'll come back. I got you in here, and I'm the only man on Ganymede who can get you out." Sampson's eyes narrowed. "Suppose we say yes. You can't keep a gun on us all the time. We might jump you. There are ways of making a man do things he doesn't want to do." "Sure," Garth admitted, "you could torture me. Only that wouldn't help." Sampson's gaze flicked past to the girl. Garth said quickly, "That wouldn't help either. Here's why. The antitoxin I gave you was too old. It isn't working the way it ought. Captain Brown was the first man to go under. But within three days, at the latest, every damn one of you will have Noctoli poison!" Garth thought Sampson was going to shoot him then and there. A yell went up from the men. Sampson's lifted hand quieted them. The giant was pale under his spaceburn. "Is that straight?"