Quirl thought of the stiffening body of Lieutenant Burroughs, alias Captain Strom, who had just purchased his life and that of Lenore at the cost of his own. Was his undeserved shame now to follow him to his grave? Quirl was no lawyer, and he decided not to take any chances with the law's mercy. He said: "I don't know his name. A prisoner from some other ship, I think. He was very homesick for Earth, and I'll see he gets a decent grave on Earth. He died to save me." "As for the lady," he added, "let her go. She's a captive. And, anyway, I think she is the future Mrs. Quirl Finner." She smiled, and the men of the Force looked somewhat enviously at Quirl. "Say," Quirl said, taking Lenore's hand and anxious to be rid of them, "if you find a little monkey-faced guy down in that hold, go easy with him. He's a good man, too, and I'm going to recommend his pardon." * * * * * End of Project Gutenberg's In the Orbit of Saturn, by Roman Frederick Starzl