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_Tossed into the trackless Cosmos by his / mortal enemy, shipwrecked on an unfriendly / star, he determined to defy the dangers of / numberless nights, and, hunted turned / hunter, keep a tryst with Hate._
There was bright, pitiless light in the prison corridor of the _Stallifer_. There was the hum of the air-renewal system. Once in every so often there was a cushioned thud as some item of the space ship's machinery operated some relay somewhere. But it was very tedious to be in a confinement cell. Stan Buckley -- Lieutenant, J. G., Space Guard, under charges and under restraint -- found it rather more than tedious.