When they returned, Burford nodded solemnly. "It was blue, all right," he said. "Poisoned me!" said Shoemaker, allowing himself to speak a little more emphatically. "Oh, hell!" said Burford, lifting Shoemaker's quaking body into a chair. "So we poisoned you. We didn't mean to do it. Question is now, what's to be done?" "Why, we've got to get him to a hospital," said Davies. "Got to start back to Earth immediately. Uh--but, Charley, will he be well enough to work on the trip?" "It _might_ not kill him," said Burford grimly. "But what about us? Are we going to go back empty-handed?" "Oh, my," said Davies. "I forgot for a minute. No, we _can't_ do that. But look here, Charley--if he dies while we're still here, how're we going to get back without him?" "We'll have to, that's all," said Burford. "Check," said Hale. "Well, I got to admit you boys are right," said Davies promptly, with a long face. "Never had to make a more difficult decision in my life. Poor old Jim! When I think--" He stopped with a gasp as Shoemaker rose to his feet, swelling visibly with rage. "When _I_ think," said Shoemaker loudly, "of the chances I've had--" he found himself encumbered by the broken halves of the capsule under his tongue, and spat them out violently--"to strangle the whole murdering crew of you quietly in your sleep--" His fingers curled. He started toward Davies slowly, on stiff legs. Burford was staring at the capsule-halves on the deck. Suddenly he bent and picked them up, saw the faint blue stain that still clung to their edges. Light broke over his face. "Methylene blue!" he said. "You knew--you hid this in your mouth and swallowed it. Why, you old--" "I did," said Shoemaker, "and now I'm going to make _you_ swallow it." He stepped forward and swung a vigorous right that knocked Burford through the open door. Hale had picked up a chair. Shoemaker ducked aside as it whooshed down, meanwhile kicking Hale in the stomach. Then he looked around for Davies, but the latter, it seemed, was behind him. Something tapped Shoemaker on the back of the skull, and then everything faded away in gray mist.... * * * * * The mist lifted once, while, with a throbbing head, he listened to Burford explaining that everything on the ship that could possibly be a weapon was locked up; that if he attempted any more reactionary violence they would as soon leave him dead on Venus as not; and that if he knew what was good for him, he would behave himself both before the takeoff--which would occur when they pleased--and after it. He tried to tell Burford what he could do with himself, but he fell asleep again before he was half through.