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Updated: May 21, 2025
The Cargo-apprentice smeared his hand across his chin and brought it away red and sticky. Luckily his teeth remained intact. "We need Hovan to read them more law," observed Kamil. "You should have medical attention." Dane dabbed at his mouth. He didn't need all that solicitude, but he guessed that Ali was talking for the benefit of those who now kept them under surveillance.
Though the Cargo-apprentice was sure that Kamil was more alert than his comrades, as if he waited for something he thought was soon to occur. Dane dreamed. Once more he trod the reef rising out of Sargol's shallow sea. But he held no weapon and beneath the surface of the water a gorp lurked.
Afterwards the Cargo-apprentice did not try to evict him there was comfort in seeing that plump gray body curled on the bunk he had little chance to use. His nursing duties performed for the moment, Dane ventured into the hydro. He was practiced in tending this vital heart of the ship's air supply. But outfitting a hydro was something else again.
And with the Eysies and the Patrol on our necks, we'll need more than one medic's word " But Rip looked from the pessimistic Kamil to Dane. Now he asked a question which was more than half statement. "You've thought of something?" "I've remembered something," the Cargo-apprentice corrected.
"What the ?" Ali clattered down the ladder to halt abruptly as Dane waved at him. "Queex," the Cargo-apprentice kept his voice to a half whisper, "it got loose and chased something out of the Old Man's cabin down here." "Queex !" Ali began and then shut his mouth, moving noiselessly up to join Dane. The short corridor ended at the hydro entrance.
Dane volunteered to remain inside the E-Stat and assemble the necessary containers at the air lock while the other two, having had more experience, went back to the spacer to strip the hydro and prepare to switch contents. But, when Rip and Ali left, the younger Cargo-apprentice began to find the bubble a haunted place.
"Space, Tau'd go wild if he could see it!" And that mention of the Medic brought them back to the problem which had earthed them. Dane leaned back against the slanting wall of the cabin. "We have to have a Medic " Rip nodded without looking away from the screen. "Can one of the flitters be shielded?" The Cargo-apprentice persisted. "That's a thought!
His shoulder struck the fellow waist high and his weight carried them both with a bruising crash to the concrete pavement as Rip shouted and hands clutched roughly at the now helpless Cargo-apprentice. He was pulled to his feet, tasting the flat sweetness of blood where a flailing blow from the surprised and frightened policeman had cut his lip against his teeth.
Ali, Dane, and Rip turned in, more interested in sleep than food. And the last thing the Cargo-apprentice remembered was seeing Jellico talking earnestly with Steen Wilcox as they both sipped steaming mugs of real Terran coffee. But with twelve hours of sleep behind them the three were less contented in confinement. No one had come near them and Van Rycke had not returned.
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