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. But the poison from the feathered dart worked swiftly. His body jerked. He staggered. Dropping the ridcam, he clutched at his throat. Then he fell to the ground, dead.
The Little One bent anxiously over his friend.
"The camera!" Raoul choked, clasping his side. The pain was horrible; he felt sick and faint. "Shut it off!"
The Little One stared in baffled consternation at the vidcam. Even if he hadn't been terrified of the mechanical thing, he had no more idea how to shut it down than Xris had of how to apply lipstick. The little Tongan, member of a primitive race, from a primitive planet, searched for and found one of mankind's very first tools. This he knew how to use.
Lifting a large rock, the Little One held it over his head, brought it down with all the force of his small body on the negative wave device. Again and again, he bashed the machine with the rock.
It worked quite as effectively as the on/off switch. The device died.
But the Royal Guard was, in the interval, thundering down on them, lasguns raised, aimed.
"I don't think they will be disposed to listen to our story," Raoul murmured. "I believe, in fact, that they are about to shoot us--"
"Raoul!" A voice called. "Over here!"
Raoul managed to weakly lift his head.
The door to the Royal Limojet stood wide open. Its engines had fired; it was ready to depart.
Lord Admiral Dixter gestured
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