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"
I
’
ll
save
you
out
from
the
rest
.
When
they
’
re
dead
,
perhaps
you
’
ll
change
your
mind
.
"
"
No
,
"
said
the
captain
.
"
There
’
s
too
much
Earth
blood
in
me
.
I
’
ll
have
to
keep
after
you
.
"
"
Even
when
you
have
a
chance
to
stay
here
?
"
"
It
’
s
funny
,
but
yes
,
even
with
that
.
I
don
’
t
know
why
.
I
’
ve
never
asked
myself
.
Well
,
here
we
are
.
"
They
had
returned
to
their
meeting
place
now
.
"
Will
you
come
quietly
,
Spender
?
This
is
my
last
offer
.
"
"
Thanks
,
no
.
"
Spender
put
out
his
hand
.
"
One
last
thing
.
If
you
win
,
do
me
a
favor
.
See
what
can
be
done
to
restrict
tearing
this
planet
apart
,
at
least
for
fifty
years
,
until
the
archaeologists
have
had
a
decent
chance
,
will
you
?
"
"
Right
.
"
"
And
last
—
if
it
helps
any
,
just
think
of
me
as
a
very
crazy
fellow
who
went
berserk
one
summer
day
and
never
was
right
again
.
It
’
ll
be
a
little
easier
on
you
that
way
.
"
"
I
’
ll
think
it
over
.
So
long
,
Spender
.
Good
luck
.
"
"
You
’
re
an
odd
one
,
"
said
Spender
as
the
captain
walked
back
down
the
trail
in
the
warm
-
blowing
wind
.
The
captain
returned
like
something
lost
to
his
dusty
men
.
He
kept
squinting
at
the
sun
and
breathing
bard
.
