"He must die. It will look like an accident." "Shouldn't we take him back with us?" "We are far from through here. Don't tell me you are developing a sympathy for these miserable creatures?" "Impossible. I merely assumed he might be of some further value in our great crusade." "He must die." Max Field was listening at the door. He moved back so he could breathe again. Those dozens of little wounds in his chest and on his arms and neck stung like fire. His amiable young features were tense but re