 What was the outlaw weapon loaded with?
The young patrolman unzippered his jacket pocket and felt for the emergency concentrate bars that were standard equipment. Half of the oval bar he crushed between his teeth, and when the concentrated energy flooded into his muscles he set off around the irregular wall of the pit. And he loosened the expoder in its holster as he moved carefully forward. The outlaw headquarters might be close ahead, headquarters where renegade Frogs, Venusians from the southern sunken marshes of Mars, and Earthmen from dusty North Mars, concealed their precious hoard of water from the thirsty colonists of North Mars. Ten steps he took before an excited voice called out shrilly from the rocks ahead. The older man was slipping the stout bowstring into its notched recess on the upper end of his long bow.
 a drum of poisoned needles
 a drum of fuselage  a drum of poisoned shrapnel  a drum of poisoned bullets  a drum of poisoned needles