Adventures in the Far Future & Tales of Outer Space — page 107: what you’re looking at

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before re-entering. But nobody would have noticed, anyway. A small group of passengers had gathered together, quietly and grimly waiting for something. The men—there were not too many of them—wore varying expressions of pure desperation. Behind them there were the women. Behind the women were children. There had been fighting. One man had a crude bandage covering half his face, as If someone had clawed at his eye all too successfully. There were some bent and broken chairs. Kit Harlow and her father were near the group. Kit’s face was shockingly pale. Her dress was torn. Her father’s features were battered. Blood ran down one temple. A slow, deep rage, deeper than even his fury over what he had discovered, filled Brent to the very brim. He heard a snarling from the bar. “They think they’re too good for us! They think —"’ It was the voice of Rudi—the pimply-faced man whom Brent had seen on his journey to the ship’s control room. Brent ground his teeth. Brent came to Kit, and whispered shortly: “Il saw the overdrive. It’s in perfect working order. We've got a chance. Don’t let yourself get killed yet!” But he raged at the signs that she had been forced to struggle in the riot he had missed. He went to the bar and with brisk, angry motions threw water pitchers over the heads and onto the heads of the men inside it. It would have been suicidal with normal men. But the crowd in the bar was half-crazed by iposap—made frantic by a deliberately excessive dosage. Every man clutched some drinkable while Rudi exhorted them. They were drugged and drunken and he worked them up... . The noise was that of wild beasts turned loose. A man came staggering out of the melee, made suddenly cold sober by blood which jetted from his throat. He looked down at it stupidly, and leaned against the wall mutely imploring help from those he had joined in attacking only a little while ago. CORniclooo SS CO