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Travis reached to the left, pulled at Jil-Lee's shoulder. Travis did not know whether it was possible or not, but he had a heady vision of their combined fire power cutting the globe in half, slicing it crosswise with the ease Lupe admired. They scurried through cover just as someone behind yelled a warning. Travis threw himself down, rolled into a new firing position.
They could only use knives to meet the swords of the Tatars, knives and the fact that they could fight with unclouded minds. "He has them under control!" Travis pawed at Jil-Lee's shoulder. "Get him they'll stop!" He did not wait to see if the other Apache understood. Instead, he threw the full force of his own body against the rock they had made the center stone of their slide.
Travis agreed emphatically and then was annoyed at the broadening of Jil-Lee's smile. Abruptly he changed the subject. "Manulito is setting the booby trap in the ship." "That is well. He and Eskelta will remain here, and you with them." "Not so! We must go to the towers " Travis protested. "I thought," Jil-Lee cut in, "that you believed the weapons of the old ones too dangerous for us to use."
The first moon was high in the sky as the Apaches gathered together. Again Travis asked his question: Had any of the others felt that odd blow? He was met by negatives. But Nolan had the final word: "This is not good," he echoed Jil-Lee's comment. "If it was the Red machine at work, then we may all be swept into his net along with those he seeks.
Nolan believes she will hole up for the night somewhere above. He will make sure." Travis licked his lips. "She has no food or water." Jil-Lee's lips shaped a smile. "They will see that she comes upon both as if by chance. We have planned all of this, as you know, younger brother." That was true.
As the Apache loosened his grip the other jerked away, so that for a moment or two they lay gasping, side by side. Men sat up to look at men. There was a spreading stain down Jil-Lee's side and one of the Tatars sprawled near him, both his hands on his chest, coughing violently.
This is a wide land, and within it we are but a handful of men alone " "That, too, I know." Travis thought he could read more than one kind of warning in Jil-Lee's words. They were the second day away from the plateau camp, and climbing, when they chanced upon the pass Travis had hoped might exist.
The risk he had accepted then had cost him two deep wounds, one of which might have been serious if Jil-Lee's project-sponsored medical training had not been to hand. But it had also made Travis one of the clan again, with his people willing to listen to his warning concerning the tower treasury. "The girl the Tatar girl!" At first Travis did not understand Buck's ejaculation.
He crept out of his place, gave the chittering signal call of the fluff-ball, and heard Jil-Lee's answer in a cleverly mimicked trill of a night insect. "Did you feel something just now in your head?" Travis found it difficult to put that sensation into words. "Not so. But you did?" He had of course, he had! The remains of it were still in him, that point of panic. "Yes." "The machine?"
"If we took weapons from there and lost the fight...." He advanced his first objection and was glad to see the expression of comprehension on Jil-Lee's face. "It would be putting the weapons straight into Red hands," the other agreed. "We may have to chance it before we're through," Manulito warned. "Suppose we do get some of their technicians into this trap.
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