CHAPTER XIIGeorge was at the controls of the ship. As his hand hovered at the firing stud, he heard someone enter behind him. He turned.
It was the starman. His hair was matted with blood. There was a wild, rebellious glint in his eyes. He snarled like an animal.
“She hit me!” he cried. And then he smashed a fist into George’s face. George went down and the starman stepped across him to the control panel. His resentment had been accumulating for a life time. He had just sabotaged two ships and sent his fellow starmen to death at the orders of the Oligarch; and he must have known (even if he told himself otherwise) that he, too, would not return to Brionimar: that alone of all who had been on the surface of Earth, the Oligarch would survive. But even in this knowledge, he had still remain
