〃They e； they go； they're all the same；〃 Blackey said； packing a small toilet kit。
They began to realize that something was wrong when the column of prisoners was shackled then chained together with neckcuffs and leg irons and prodded into the transport spacer by a platoon of bat MPs。 〃Move along！〃 they shouted。 〃You'll have plenty of time to relax when we got to Tabes Dorsalgia。〃
〃Where are we going？〃 Bill gasped。
〃You heard me； snap it bowb。〃
〃You told me Tabes Dorsalis；〃 Bill snarled at Blackey who was ahead of him in the chain。 〃Tabes Dorsalgia is the base on Veneria where all the fighting is going on…we're heading for bat！〃
〃A little slip of the pen；〃 Blackey sighed。 〃You can't win them all。〃
He dodged the kick Bill swung at him； then waited patiently while the MPs beat Bill senseless with their clubs and dragged him aboard the ship。
III
Veneria 。 。 。 a fog…shrouded world…of untold horrors； creeping in its orbit around the ghoulish green star Hernia like some repellent heavenly trespasser newly rose from the nethermost pit。 What secrets lie beneath the eternal mists？ What nameless monsters undulate and gibber in its dank tarns and bottomless black lagoons？ Faced by the unspeakable terrors of this planet men go mad rather than face up to the faceless。 Veneria 。 。 。 swamp world； the lair of the hideous and unimaginable Venians 。 。
It was hot and it was damp and it stank。 The wood of the newly constructed barracks was already soft and rotting away。 You took your shoes off； and before they hit the floor fungus was growing out of them。 Once inside the pound their chains were removed； since there was no place for laborcamp prisoners to escape to； and Bill wheeled around looking for Blackey； the fingers of Tembo's arm snapping like hungry jaws。 Then he remembered that Blackey had spoken to one of the guards as they were leaving the ship； had slipped him something； and a little while later had been unlocked from the line and led away。 By now he would be running the file section and by tomorrow he would be living in the nurses's quarters。 Bill sighed； let the whole thing slip out of his mind and vanish； since it was just one more antagonistic factor that he had no control over； and dropped down onto the nearest bunk。 Instantly a vine flashed up from a crack in the floor； whipped four times around the bunk lashing him securely to it； then plunged tendrils into his leg and began to drink his blood。
〃Grrrrk 。 。 。 ！〃 Bill croaked against the pressure of a green loop that tightened around his throat。
〃Never lie down without you got a knife in your hand；〃 a thin； yellowish sergeant said as he passed by； and severed the vine； with his own knife； where it emerged from the floorboards。
〃Thanks； Sarge；〃 Bill said； stripping off the coils and throwing them out the window。
The sergeant suddenly began vibrating like a plucked string and dropped onto the foot of Bill's bunk。 〃P…pocket 。 。 。 shirt 。 。 。 p…p…pills 。 。 。〃 he stuttered through chattering teeth。 Bill pulled a plastic box of pills out of the sergeant's pocket and forced some of them into his mouth。 The vibrations stopped； and the man sagged back against the wall； gaunter and yellower and streaming with sweat。
〃Jaundice and swamp fever and galloping filariasis； never know when an attack will hit me； that's why they can't send me back to bat； I can't hold a gun。 Me； Master Sergeant Ferkel； the best damned flamethrower in Kirjassoff's Kutthroats； and they have me playing nursemaid in a prison labor camp。 So you think that bugs me？ It does not bug me； it makes me happy； and the only thing that would make me happier would be shipping off this cesspool…planet at once。〃
〃Do you think alcohol will hurt your condition？〃 Bill asked； passing over a bottle of cough syrup。 〃It's kind of rough here？〃 〃Not only won't hurt it； but it will 。 。 。〃 There was a deep gurgling； and
when the sergeant spoke again he was hoarser but stronger。 〃Rough is not the word for it。 Fighting the Chingers is bad enough； but on this planet they have the natives； the Venians； on their side。 These Venians look like moldy newts；
and they got just maybe enough I。Q。 to hold a gun and pull the trigger； but it is their planet and they are but murder out there in the swamps。 They hide under the mud and they swim under the water and they swing from the trees and the
whole planet is thick with them。 They got no sources of supply； no army divisions； no organizations； they just fight。 If one dies the others eat him。 If one is wounded in the leg the others eat the leg and he grows a new one。 If one of them runs out of ammunition or poison darts or whatever he just swims back a hundred miles to base； loads up； and back to battle。 We have been fighting here for three years； and we now control one hundred square miles of territory。〃
〃A hundred； that sounds like a lot。〃 〃Just to a stupid bowb like you。 That is ten miles by ten miles； and maybe about two square miles more than we captured in the first landings。〃
There was the squish…thud of tired feet； and weary； mudsoaked men began to drag into the barracks。 Sergeant Ferkel hauled himself to his feet and blew a long blast on his whistle。
〃All right you new men； now hear this。 You have all been assigned to B squad； which is now assembling in the pound； which squad will now march out into the swamp and finish the job these shagged creeps from A squad began this morning。 You will do a good day's work out there。 I am not going to appeal to your sense of loyalty； your honor or your sense of duty 。 。 。〃 Ferkel whipped out his atomic pistol and blew a hole in the ceiling through which rain began to drip。 〃I am only going to appeal to your urge to survive； because any man shirking； goofing off； or not pulling his own weight will personally be shot dead by me。 Now get out。〃 With his bared teeth and shaking hands he looked sick enough and mean enough and mad enough to do it。 Bill and the rest of B squad rushed out into the rain and formed ranks。
〃Pick up da axes； pick up da picks； get the uranium out；〃 the corporal of the armed guard snarled as they squelched through the mud toward the gate。 The labor squad； carrying their tools； stayed in the center； while the armed guard walked on the outside。 The guard wasn't there to stop the prisoners from escaping but to give some measure of protection from the enemy。 They dragged slowly down the road of felled trees that wound through the swamp。 There was a sudden whistling overhead； and heavy transports flashed by。
〃We're in luck today；〃 one of the older prisoners said； 〃they're sending in the heavy infantry again。 I didn't know they had any left。〃
〃You mean they'll capture more territory？〃 Bill asked。
〃Naw； all they'll get is dead。 But while they're getting butchered some of the pressure will be off of us； and we can maybe work without losing too many men。〃
Without orders they all stopped to watch as the heavy infantry fell like rain into the swamps ahead…and vanished just as easily as raindrops。 Every once in
awhile there would be a boom and flash as a teensie A…bomb went off； which probably atomized a few Venians； but there were billions more of the enemy just waiting to rush in。 Small arms。 crackled in the distance； and grenades boomed。 Then over the trees they saw a bobbing； bouncing figure approach。 It was a heavy infantryman in his armored suit and gasproof helmet； A…bombs and grenades strapped to him； a regular walking armory。 Or rather hopping armory； since he would have had trouble walking on a paved street with the weight of junk hung about him； so he therefore moved by jumping； using two reaction rockets； one bolted to each hip。 His hops were getting lower and lower as he came near。 He landed fifty yards away and slowly sank to his waist in the swamp； his rockets hissing as they touched the water。 Then he hopped again； much shorter this time； the rockets fizzling and popping； and he threw his helmet open in the air。
〃Hey； guys；〃 he called。 〃The dirty Chingers got my fuel tank。 My rockets are almost out； I can't hop much more。 Give a buddy a hand will you 。 。 。 〃 He hit the water with a splash。
〃Get outta the monkey suit and we'll pull you in；〃 the guard cor