 How does Gunther maintain his hold on power?
For Click and Irish were marooned on the pirate's asteroid—their only weapons a single gun and a news-reel camera. Hathaway only knew he was picked up and hurled against a lever-bank, and that Marnagan wasn't long in following, swearing loud words. A sweeter one still of Marnagan beating hell out of the controls and keeping his words to himself until just now. Hathaway felt himself grabbed; he and Marnagan rattled around—human dice in a croupier's cup. They stood in the middle of a pocked, time-eroded meteor plain that stretched off, dipping down into silent indigo and a rash of stars. "It's not proof we need now, Click. Hathaway went on saying his thoughts: "This is Gunther's work. Oh, God, this would make great news-release stuff if we ever get back to Earth. I.P.'s Irish Marnagan, temporarily indisposed by a pirate whose dirty face has never been seen, Gunther by name, finally wins through to a triumphant finish. We got fifty minutes to prove you're right. Click's voice gasped it out, as Marnagan squeezed his two-hundred-fifty pounds beside him. You're doing nothing but sitting, looking like a little boy locked in a bedroom closet, so take me a profile shot of the beasties and myself." "Then," retorted Marnagan, "we'll develop it for our own benefit; while waitin' for the U.S. Cavalry to come riding over the hill to our rescue!"
 Tricks of the eye
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