"At the swamps," said Flip, "you said you'd never killed a man." "I spoke truth. Now I am alone--I must." Flip heard a splash. A veedle scurried across the woman's boots. She screamed. The mud-mouse streaked off into the mist. The woman's arms dropped to her sides. Her eyes were wide. For a fleeting second, the epitome of womankind was on her face. And the warmth of irrational helplessness. Then quickly it was gone, the mask returned. She jerked up her gun and fired. The shot went over Flip's head as he dived. His lunge knocked her down. He snatched the pistol from her hand, hurled it into the mist. Pinning her arms to the ground, Flip sat upon her and laughed. "You're a woman," he gritted, "you're a woman--afraid of a mouse!" She struggled violently to free herself. "You're a woman, forced into a deadly legend--a persecution complex. You're beautiful...." He bent, kissed her full upon the lips. She freed one arm, slapped him across the face. He didn't feel it. There were tears in her emerald green eyes. Flip threw back his head, roared his laughter to the wind. He'd forgotten Captain Vixen carried two guns. End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Venus Has Green Eyes, by Carl Selwyn