the neutro-broadcast and full gravity for an hour for the whole
flea-bitten gang of you."

He drew back, motioning Luke and Kulan to an open space nearby. There
was not the slightest doubt in his mind as to the outcome, for the
Martian towered over his stocky opponent and was fully fifty pounds
heavier. This irregular procedure would put a stop to some of the open
homage paid to this reputed tough guy by the prisoners, and to the
restlessness among them which his coming had occasioned.

* * * * *

They fought instantly and with silent deadliness of purpose, these two.
Luke drove in two terrible blows to the big Martian's body in the
split-second before they closed, breathtaking punches that rocked Kulan
yet did not slow him up in the least. And then the tangle of arms and
legs and bodies of the two was so swift moving and violent that the
watchers could not follow them.

Now they were up, slugging, clinching; now down, rolling over and over,
straining and tearing at each other like beasts of the jungle. Once,
breaking free, Luke was seen to batter Kulan's face to a bloody mass
with swift, hammering fists that thudded too rapidly to count. And then
the Martian had flung him to the rocky ground so heavily that it seemed
certain the Earthman's end had come. But such was not the case, for
there was a flailing scramble and Luke Fenton rose up with the great
body of Kulan across his shoulders. He spread his legs wide and heaved
mightily.

The Martian guard kicked and squirmed, lashing out with his huge fists
at the squarely-built and squarely-planted body of the Earthman below
him. But to no avail. Grasping a shoulder and a thigh, Fenton
straightened his thick arms and Kulan was hoisted aloft. Amazingly then,
the madly struggling guard was flung out and away to land with a
sickening thud, smashed and crumpled on the rocks.

Luke stood swaying on those spreadeagled legs and his lungs were near
bursting from the exertion in the noxious atmosphere. "There you are,
Gannett," he howled through swollen lips. "That fair enough for you?"

In the ominous silence a cracked voice yelped: "Attaboy Fenton!"

Wild disorder followed. Immediately there was the raucous call of the
general alarm siren and a flashing light from the bastion that paled the
red mists to a sickly, luminous pink. Full gravity coming down with
crushing force on the hapless prisoners.

Luke, as he was flattened, gas