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Biggs
glanced
up
.
"
Well
,
I
’
ll
be
damned
!
"
said
Biggs
.
"
I
’
m
the
last
Martian
,
"
said
the
man
,
taking
out
a
gun
.
"
What
did
you
say
?
"
asked
Biggs
.
"
I
’
m
going
to
kill
you
.
"
"
Cut
it
.
What
kind
of
joke
’
s
that
,
Spender
?
"
"
Stand
up
and
take
it
in
the
stomach
.
"
"
For
Christ
’
s
sake
,
put
that
gun
away
.
"
Spender
pulled
the
trigger
only
once
.
Biggs
sat
on
the
edge
of
the
canal
for
a
moment
before
he
leaned
forward
and
fell
into
the
water
.
The
gun
had
made
only
a
whispering
hum
.
The
body
drifted
with
slow
unconcern
under
the
slow
canal
tides
.
It
made
a
hollow
bubbling
sound
that
ceased
after
a
moment
.
Spender
shoved
his
gun
into
its
holster
and
walked
soundlessly
away
.
The
sun
was
shining
down
upon
Mars
.
He
felt
it
burn
his
hands
and
slide
over
the
sides
of
his
tight
face
.
He
did
not
run
;
he
walked
as
if
nothing
were
new
except
the
daylight
.
He
walked
down
to
the
rocket
,
and
some
of
the
men
were
eating
a
freshly
cooked
breakfast
under
a
shelter
built
by
Cookie
.
