There was a band of ice around Garth's middle. "I know that. You can't
get through without me. You'll never get out of the Forest alive.
That's tough. Paula and I are going ahead, with Captain Brown. We're
finishing what we started."
"You lousy so-and-so!" Sampson roared. His big hand reached out,
clutching. Garth stepped back, drawing his pistol.
"Take it easy," he said under his breath. But there was a gun in
Sampson's hand now. Behind the giant, the other men stirred angrily.
"You're coming with us!"
"Not alive. I won't be much good to you dead, will I?"
After a moment Sampson re-holstered his gun. He looked around at the
others.