 How do Wayne's thoughts toward Captain Jack and his dialogue toward Captain Jack differ?
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Worlds of If Science Fiction, July 1962. Wayne, unseen, sneered down from the head of the stairs. They were squareheads one and all, marking moron time in a gray dream. Squareheads going around either unconscious or with eyes looking dead from the millennium in the office waiting to retire into limbo. He was still laughing as he whoomed the Olds between the pale dead glow of houses and roared up the ramp onto the Freeway. He strode under a sign reading Public Youth Center No. 947 and walked casually to the reception desk, where a thin man with sergeant's stripes and a pansy haircut looked out of a pile of paperwork. Draft call." He wrote on a slip of paper, handed the pass to Wayne. "Thanks, sarge dear," Wayne said and took the elevator up to the Armory. Finally he said, "So make up your mind, bud. "Hold your teeth, pop," Wayne said, coolly and slowly lighting a cigarette. You can get a cat, not a mouse, and some babes are clever hellcats in a dark alley." "A corporal with no hair and still a counterboy. The corporal waddled back with the revolver and the switchblade disguised in a leather comb case. He checked them on a receipt ledger, while Wayne examined the weapons, broke open the revolver, twirled the cylinder and pushed cartridges into the waiting chamber. He slung the holster under his left armpit and tested the spring clip release several times, feeling the way the serrated butt dropped into his wet palm. Captain Jack moved massively. Captain Jack crossed black-booted legs and whacked a cane at the floor. If he didn't watch himself he'd begin feeling like a pea among bowling balls. "Wayne Seton," said Captain Jack as if he were discussing something in a bug collection. They kept a guy on the fire until desire leaped in him, ran and billowed and roared until his brain was filled with it. "Your beast is primed and waiting at the Four Aces Club on the West Side. A copcar stopped Wayne as he started over the bridge, out of bright respectable neon into the murky westside slum over the river. Wayne waved the pass card, signed by Captain Jack, under the cop's quivering nose. He turned off into a rat's warren of the inferiors. Wayne's fearful exhilaration increased as he cruised with bated breath through the dark mazes of streets and rickety tenements crawling with the shadows of mysterious promise.
 Wayne speaks to Captain Jack respectfully, but mocks him in his thoughts.
 Wayne speaks to Captain Jack respectfully, but mocks him in his thoughts.  Wayne speaks to Captain Jack in a fearful manner, but underestimates him in his thoughts.  Wayne speaks to Captain Jack quietly, but wishes he could have more confidence on the inside.  Wayne speaks to Captain Jack arrogantly, but is scared of him in his thoughts.