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"She's using blackmail," he said, and some of his old bitterness was in his voice. "Anyone taking treatment from an herb doctor in this section is cut off from Medical Lobby service. Damn it, Jake, that could mean letting people die!" "Yeah." Jake sighed softly. "It could mean letting people begin to think about getting rid of the Lobby, too. Well, I gotta help harvest the bracky.
Doc climbed into the tractor more soberly. They had escaped this time. But there would be another time, and he was pretty sure that would be Chris' round. He had no intention of giving up his research. Plague Dr. Feldman leaned back from his microscope and lighted another bracky weed. He glanced about the room and sighed wearily.
On going into the cow-house where the animals were at their food, he approached one of them that which had been his wife's favorite, and which would suffer no hand to milk her but her own "Oh, Bracky," he said, "little you know who's gone from you even you miss her already, for you refused for the last three days to let any one of them milk you, when she was not here to do it.
Everts nodded to the man holding the helmet. Doc dropped his bracky weed and felt the helmet snap down. A hiss of oxygen reached him and the suit ballooned out. There was no gravity; the two men handed him up easily to the one in the airlock while the inner seal began to close. There was still ten seconds to go, according to the big chronometer that had been installed in the lock.
"Fifteen minutes, Judge Wilson," a voice said. "Thank you, officer." Wilson came into the cell, carrying a tray of breakfast and a copy of the Northport Gazette. He began unloading bracky weeds from his pocket while Doc attacked the breakfast. "They tossed the book at you, Doc," he said. "You haven't got a chance, and there's nothing the villages can do.
The results were the same for the other samples they made. "Something about the very young animal or a secretion from the mother's organs keeps the bug from working." Doc reached for a bracky weed and accepted a light from Chris without thinking of it. "Every kid I've heard about contracted the plague between the second and third year. None are born with it, none get it earlier.
It had made them crave vengeance, but now as they had a chance to reexamine it, they began to find it harder to impose the horror of any such threat on others. The final vote was almost unanimous. Doc listened as they wrangled over the wording of the message to Earth, feeling disconnected from it. He passed Chris a bracky and lighted it for her.
The only trouble was that they couldn't send a message that bracky was the cure and hope that Earth would prove it true. No polite note of apology would do after that. They had to be sure. Too many other ideas had proved wrong already. Jake saw them coming and came running toward the laboratory, but Lou stopped the tractor before it reached the building and let the older man in.
"Father dear," said Bryan, "if ever you were called upon to be a man it is now." "But, Byran, as God is to judge me," replied his father, "the cow her own cow is callin' for her in the cow-house widin its truth doesn't everything miss her even poor Bracky feels as if she was dasarted. Oh, my God, an' what will we do what will we do!"
He yelled as an explosion seemed to go off inside his head. Even closing his mouth was agony. A moment later, Tom began to sweat. It got worse, spreading to the whole area of the back of the head and neck. Doc lay on the cot, envying Chris and Swanee who had already been infected naturally. He longed desperately for bracky, and had to keep reminding himself that no drugs must upset the tests.
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