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I started for him, my fingers stretched out like claws. Here was one
Mercurian _Bouncer_ who was going to have his neck wrung, like the fowl
he resembled.
Something in his attitude stopped me. I came up beside him and growled,
"What now, you _makron_?"
He pointed at the news sheet which had recorded the item.
_Forty-three thousand Solar System scientists working on cure for
Venusian Elephantiasis._