investigation began.
because at that moment running footsteps sounded and a wild-eyed young
a democracy when it suits me.
suddenly looked grim. I turned a bit so I could keep an active eye on
artifact, I said, happily putting this other matter aside. Any
down well with the troops. They were still cheering when there was a
I started to protest, shut my mouth. Realized that there was no point
thats Barry Moyd Shlepper. He wrote a pop musical a couple of years
as I stripped him of uniform and weapons. Nor did he thank me when I
Damn right, he growled. Damn fool idea-but the only one we have
down.
grins and handshakes over our heads. When the shouts had died away old