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Scienti Snaps, v. 1, issue 4, Fall 1938

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   When the mysterious stranger’s anger had abated a bit, he demanded: “Do you want to kill somebody, you fool!?”
   Thalvor leaped lightly to his feet as he grimly replied, “I’m not adverse to killing, my friend.  But then, are you my friend?”
   The stranger laughed shortly.  “I’m friendly enough.” Then a harder note crept into his voice.  “You’re not of the Semar Police are you?”
   “No, I’m not a Semarti.”
   The other grunted his approval as Thalvor wondered who this man could be, and just why he feared the Semar Police.  Then, the fellow took a step forward, and the prince could see that he easily matched his own six-feet-five-inches.  But then, on Saturn a man of that height is quite common.  With just a small bit of hesitation the stranger suddenly asked another question.
   “Just how would you feel toward an…… an outlaw?”
   Prince Thalvor was considerably taken aback.  Not that outlaws on Saturn are a curiosity, but to be directly asked that question was startling to say the least.
   “Well….. well, I don’t exactly know; but if you’re one I can assure you I’ll do you no harm.  However, you might inform me as to why you are an outlaw.”
   “Political influence, my boy!  Political influence!”
   Thalvor had peered closer when the stranger use the title, “my boy”, and was surprised to find that the self-styled outlaw was himself little more than that.  The prince himself was still young, but this fellow was younger still.

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20 Page SCIENTI-SNAPS When the mysterious stranger’s anger had abated a bit, he demanded: “Do you want to kill somebody, you fool!?” Thalvor leaped lightly to his feet as he grimly replied, “I’m not adverse to killing, my friend. But then, are you my friend?” The stranger laughed shortly. “I’m friendly enough.” Then a harder note crept into his voice. “You’re not of the Semar Police are you?” “No, I’m not a Semarti.” The other grunted his approval as Thalvor wondered who this man could be, and just why he feared the Semar Police. Then, the fellow took a step forward, and the prince could see that he easily matched his own six-feet-five-inches. But then, on Saturn a man of that height is quite common. With just a small bit of hesitation the stranger suddenly asked another question. “Just how would you feel toward an…… an outlaw?” Prince Thalvor was considerably taken aback. Not that outlaws on Saturn are a curiosity, but to be directly asked that question was startling to say the least. “Well….. well, I don’t exactly know; but if you’re one I can assure you I’ll do you no harm. However, you might inform me as to why you are an outlaw.” “Political influence, my boy! Political influence!” Thalvor had peered closer when the stranger use the title, “my boy”, and was surprised to find that the self-styled outlaw was himself little more than that. The prince himself was still young, but this fellow was younger still.