"Peter Freewheel - Argol the Barbarian" - читать интересную книгу автора (Freewheel Peter)

"Well," the girl replied, sitting down next to him, and snuggling up close. "The way I see it, my ship'll
never fly again, and you've no way to escape, so the only one who has a chance, is the alien."

"Assuming he can get his ship out of the swamp," Argol interrupted.

"Yes," the girl agreed, "but neither of us could fly it, because its powered by his thought waves."

"So what's your idea?"

"Destroy his ship as well. Then we'll all be stranded. That'll put us on equal terms. then perhaps we can
bargain with him and reach some sort of compromise."

"Well, I don't know," Argol replied, sounding hesitant.

"Do it for me," the girl replied, kissing him lightly on the cheek.
Argol pondered the situation. What was he to do? Believe the word of an alien, or this helpless and
attractive young girl. At the end of the day, he had to put his own people first. These aliens might have
high ideals, but what did anyone really know about them. "Very well," Argol replied, "but to put his ship
out of action would take weapons-"

"Like these?" the girl asked, pulling two little objects out of her pockets. "Close range missiles. The
impact is restricted to a hundred yards."

"Okay," Argol grinned, "let's get going." They made their way to the alien's ship and found that it was
apparently still deserted. Either the alien had not, or could not return.

The girl skilfully aimed the two bombs and with amazing force, she threw them high in the air. They
landed directly on target. When the smoke had cleared, the alien's ship was damaged beyond repair.

By the time they had returned to the cave, it was getting dark, and Argol agreed to take the watch, while
the girl got some sleep. He wondered why the alien had not found them yet, with his amazing sense of
perception.

About midnight, Argol heard something moving. He had not switched on the bank of searchlights for fear
of giving away his position, and strained to make out what was moving outside. Unsure of whether it was
an animal or the alien, he went over to where the girl was laying, and gently shook her arm.

She awoke with a start, and gazed at him blankly for a second, then her eyes blazed with anger. "Get
your hands off me, you swine," she screamed. "I've seen the way your eyes have looked at me! I've seen
the lust on your face. You sex mad bastard!" Her arm swung up, and her long fingernails ripped across
his face. "You won't defile me," she screamed. Kicking him in the stomach, she ran towards the cave
mouth.

Argol staggered back to his feet, feeling sick, all the wind knocked out of his body. "Wait," he gasped,
"there's something out there."

As he reached the cave mouth, he heard a high pitched scream, and switched on the searchlights just in
time to see the girl smashed to death by a half grown Tyrannosaurus Rex. He turned away sickened, as it
ripped at her body with its claws. He dully staggered forward, in a futile effort to save her, and realised
that he had opened himself to danger. A crackling of bushes to his right, revealed another monster,