standing guard over Kellogg and Mallin, his thumbs in his pistol belt.
"Ours. He's quit the Company."
Just as he was finishing, Car Three put in an appearance; he had to tell the same story over again. The area in front of the Kellogg camp was getting congested he hoped Mike Hennen's labor gang would stay away for a while. Lunt talked to van Riebeek when he had finished with Ruth, and then with Jimenez and Mallin and Kellogg. Then he and one of the men from Car Three came over to where Jack and Rainsford were standing. Gerd van Riebeek joined them just as Lunt was saying:
"Jack, Kellogg's made a murder complaint against you. I told him it was self-defense, but he wouldn't listen. So, according to the book, I have to arrest you."
"All right." He unbuckled his gun and handed it over. "Now, George, I herewith make complaint and accusation against Leonard Kellogg, charging him with the unlawful and unjustified killing of a sapient being, to wit, an aboriginal native of the planet of Zarathustra commonly known as Goldilocks."
Lunt looked at the small battered body and the six mourners around it.
"But, Jack, they aren't legally sapient beings."
"There is no such thing. A sapient being is a being on the mental level of sapience, not a being that has been declared sapient."
"Fuzzies are sapient beings," Rainsford said. "That's the opinion of a qualified xeno-naturalist."
"Two of them," Gerd van Riebeek said. "That is the body of a sapient being There's the man who killed her. Go ahead, Lieutenant, make your pinch."
"Hey! Wait a minute!"
The Fuzzies were rising, sliding their chopper-diggers under the body of Goldilocks and lifting it on the steel shafts. Ben Rainsford was aiming his camera as Cinderella picked up her sister's weapon and followed, carrying it; the others carried the body toward the far corner of the clearing, away from the camp. Rainsford kept just behind them, pausing to photograph and then hurrying to keep up with them.
They set the body down. Mike and Mitzi and Cinderella began digging; the others scattered to hunt for stones. Coming up behind them, George Lunt took off his beret and stood
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