"Okay," Miller grunted. "You won't live to use the information anyway." He sat up and rubbed his jaw. "The Secretary owns a lot of stock in the colony that's making antivirotic drugs on Vescalor IX. He wanted to put Rastol III out of commission so that the drugs would have to be bought from Vescalor IX. So he framed this alien Galth and had him sentenced to the execution chamber. He knew what would happen if the Government executed a Rastolian." Stone pounded his fist against the seat. "Don't the lives of a thousand innocent people mean anything to him?" "I never asked him, mister." Stone started to lash out angrily at Miller, then pulled back the fist. "Then Galth didn't kill the Earthman?" "Nope. Penowski did. The tall guy who was with me in the Secretary's place." Kendall reached out one hand and clamped it tightly on the small man's shoulder. Miller winced. "You're going to tell the Governor your story," Stone said. "Every word." Miller shook his head. "Oh, no. You can slap me around all you want, but I ain't gonna get myself in hot water that way. No, sir, brother. If the--LOOK OUT!" Stone whirled and saw an aircar approaching, dropping down on his tail. A white-hot beam flashed from it, blistering the paint on Stone's ship. * * * * * Luckily, it was difficult for the other man to aim. The aircars were flying at close to three hundred miles an hour. He snapped off the switch of the autopilot and sent the little aircar into a high, screaming climb. Another beam flashed by. Kendall spun the ship into a back loop and barrel-rolled, bringing him in on the tail of the other aircar. But the other driver was cagey; he went into a hard right turn and tried to come up under Stone's vehicle. Stone could see that the other aircraft definitely was not a police craft. An official car would have externally-mounted, automatically-controlled guns that would have shot Stone out of the skies with the first blast. No; this was a highly unofficial, extra-legal affair. Another beam sizzled by so close that it gouged a spot out of the side of the ship. Stone reached down, groping for the gun he'd taken from Miller. It had been lying on the seat beside him, but it was gone now. Stone cursed. It must have slid to the floor when he spun the ship around. "Never mind, Stone," Miller said coldly. "I got the gun now." Kendall said nothing. He didn't even have time to curse. He was too busy trying to avoid the white-hot blasts from the other aircar. He sent the ship into a power dive and shoved in on the throttle. He didn't know if the little car would take what he was going to give it, but it was his only chance. If he survived--well, that was fine. If he didn't, the last hope of the little colony was dead. "You'll kill us!" yelled Miller. He put the gun against Kendall's neck. "Stop it! You'll kill us!"