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ecologist, he was the single authority on Pyrran life forms. He had to be
suspicious. Though at least there was one thing in his favor: he was scientist
enough to be convinced by reasoned fact.

And Rhes, leader of the outsiders, the people who had adapted
successfully to this deadly planet. He was not possessed by the reflex hatred
that filled the others, and Jason counted upon him for help.

Mets, sweet and lovely, stronger than most men, whose graceful arms
could clasp with passion-or break bones. Does your coldly practical mind-
hidden in that beautiful female body-know what love is? Or is it just pride of
possession you feel toward the offworlder Jason DinAlt? Tell him sometime; he
would like to know. But not right now. You look just as impatient and
dangerous as the others.

Jason closed the door behind him and smiled insincerely.

"Hello there, everybody," he said. "I hope you didn't mind my keeping
you waiting?" He went on quickly, ignoring the angry growls from all sides.

"I'm sure that you will all be pleased to hear that I am broke,
financially wiped out, and sunk."

Their expressions cleared as they considered the statement. One thought
at a time-that was the Pyrran way.

"You have millions in the bank," Kerk said, "and no way of gambling and
losing them."

"When I gamble, I win," Jason informed him with calm dignity. "I am
broke because I have spent every last credit. I have purchased a spaceship,
and it is on its way here now."

"Why?" Meta asked, speaking the question that was foremost in all their
minds.

"Because I am leaving this planet and I'm taking you-and as many others
as possible-with me."
 Jason could read their mixed feelings easily. For better or for worse
and it was certainly worse than any other planet in the known galaxy this was
their home. Deadly and dangerous, but still theirs. He had to make his idea
attractive, to gain their enthusiasm and make them forget any second thoughts
that they might have. The appeal to their intelligence would come later; first
he must appeal to their emotions. He knew well this single chink in their
armor.

"I've discovered a planet that is far more deadly than Pyrrus."

Brucco laughed with cold disbelief, and they all nodded in agreement
with him.