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and ferocious creatures from many distant planets, and some of them I'd seen before and others I had only heard about and there were a number of them that I'd never heard about, not even in the alcoholic tales told by lonely, space-worn men when they gathered with their fellows in obscure bars on planets of which perhaps not more than a thousand people knew the names.
    The walls are full, I thought. There is no more room for other heads. And the glamor of hunting and of bringing home more heads may be fading, too. Perhaps not alone for Sara Foster, big game huntress, but for those other people in whose eyes. her adventures on distant planets spelled out a certain kind of status. So what more logical than to hunt another kind of game, to bring home another kind of head, to embark upon a new and more marvelous adventure?
    "No one," said Sara Foster, "would ever know you'd gone into space, that you had left the Earth. You'd come here someday and a man would leave again. He'd look exactly like you, but he would not be you. He'd live here on Earth in your stead and you'd go into space."
    "You have money enough to buy a deal like this?" I asked. "To buy the loyalty of such a man?"
    She shrugged. "I have money enough to buy anything at all. And once we were well out in space what difference would it make if he were unmasked?"
    "None at all," I said, "except I'd like to come back with the ship—if the ship comes back."
    "That could be arranged," she said. "That could be taken care of."
    "The man who would be me here on Earth," I asked, "might meet with a fatal accident?"
    "Not that," she said. "We could never get away with that. There are too many ways to identify a man."
    I got the impression she was just a little sorry so simple a solution was not possible.
    I shied away from it, from the entire deal. I didn't like the people and I didn't like the project. But there was the itch to get my hands upon that ship and be out in space again. A man could die on Earth, I thought; he could suffocate. I'd seen but little of the Earth and the little I had seen I'd liked. But it was the kind of thing a man might like for a little time and then slowly grow to hate. Space was in my blood. I got restless when I was out of it too long. There was something out there that got beneath one's skin, became a part of one. The star-strewn loneliness, the silence, the sense of being anchored nowhere, of being free to go wherever one might wish and to leave whenever one might wish—this was all a part of it, but not all of it. There was something else that no man had ever found a way to put a name to. Perhaps a sense of truth, corny as it sounded.
    "Think of price," said Sara Foster, "then double it. There'll be no quibbling."
    "But why?" I asked. "Does money have no meaning for you?"
    "Of course it has," she said, "but having it also has taught me that you must pay for what you get. And we need you, Captain Ross. You've never traveled the safe spaceways, all marked out and posted. You've been out there ahead of all the others, hunting for your planets. We can use a man like you."
    A robot stepped through the doorway. "Dinner is ready to be served, Miss Foster."
    She looked at me, challenging me.
    "I'll think on it," I promised.

THREE

    And I should have thought on it much longer, I told myself as I stood on that moon-washed desert; I never should have gone.
    Smith still was crawling around on his hands and knees and whimpering. His blind-white eyes, catching the moonlight, glinted like the eyes of a hunting cat. Tuck was getting his legs unwound from the ridiculous robe he wore, stumbling toward the moaning Smith. What was it, I wondered, that made the two of them such pals? Not homosexuality, for that would have been apparent in the close confines of the space trip out from Earth; there must be within them some sort o spiritual need that reached out and touched the other. Certainly Smith would be glad of someone to look after him and Tuck might well