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With an oath, one Earthman reached for the flare-gun at his belt. Captain Future’s proton-beam licked forth, and the man fell stunned. “I could kill you with this beam as easily as stun you,” Curt said pleasantly. “Don’t make me do it.” “It’s Captain Future!” exclaimed one of the men, going pale as he recognized the unique ring on Curt’s finger. “You men,” Curt told them, “are going to spend a long time out on the prison moon of Pluto for violating interplanetary law! Supplying natives with guns is risky business.
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