Terror flared across the Saturnian moons. One of the Woollies, that perfect slave-race, had killed a _man_! But to Big Bill, shambling away from his bloody, suddenly silent master, the ancient pattern of obedience was unchanged. Big Bill lumbered swiftly forward across the frozen ground, and behind him came the rest of the work gang--a score of bent and mighty manlike shapes, draped like Big Bill from head to foot in long white hair.…
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