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By MANLY WADE WELLMAN

Zack Harpe faced terrible death as he drifted
slowly into the void, his air hose severed. . .

This couldn't be curtains, he thought as he somersaulted over and over through nothingness—not curtains for him, not for Zack Harpe! Why, he'd been beating fate ever since he was a kid pilot in the Venusian War, and not all Venus had been able to kill him, with bombs or rays or—Floundering in the empty sky, his highest-riding sense was of disbelief that anyone was killing him. But somebody was.

His lungs labored inside his space-helmet. Air going. One gauntlet grabbed the air-hose trailing behind, drew the severed end into view. Cut off—who did that? Zack Harpe checked evidence, as expertly as though he sat

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