"I think we're cut off now, perhaps for good," he told her. He sat down on the edge of the absurd bed and began to take off the clothes they had given him for the hunt. He was too tired to protest against the massacre of his bedroom decor. He was not even sure he wanted to protest. For all its anachronism, the big round bed was comfortable. She watched him, her hands on her thighs, and there was worry written on her broad forehead. "You know something, Rog." "I don't _know_ anything," he replied. "I only think and have theories." Unexpectedly he found himself telling her all about it, about himself, where he had been, what he had done. She listened quietly, saying nothing, letting him go on. His head was in her lap and he talked up to her while she ran gentle fingers through his hair. When he had finished, she smiled down at him thoughtfully, affectionately, then said, "You know, you're a funny kind of man, Roger." "Funny?" She cuffed him gently. "You know what I mean. So now we're really cut off in this place--you and me and little Tom and Olga and Eudalia and the twins. What are we going to do, Roger?" He shrugged. He was very tired. "Whatever they'll let us do," he said through a yawn. "Maybe we can make this a two-way study. They are almost human, you know. Almost." He pulled her down and kissed her and felt unexpected contentment decant through his veins. He knew now that things had worked out the right way, the only way. He added aloud, "I think we'll find ways to keep ourselves amused." "You really enjoy playing the heel, don't you, Rog?" Her lips moved against his as she spoke. "You had a chance to get out of here. You could have changed places with Cass. Maybe you could have destroyed the gateway and stayed on the other side and still saved other victims. But no, you had to come back to--us. I think I'm going to be in love with you for that." He sat up on one elbow and looked down at her half angrily. "Are you trying to make a goddam hero out of me?" he asked. End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Judas Ram, by Sam Merwin