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The ex-pilot deduced there would be little cooperation in exploration from that client until he was satisfied in his own quest. Rovald, Wass' man, lingered by the fire until the three civs were safe in their bubbles. "River range tomorrow?" he asked. "Yes. We can't rush the deal." "Agreed." Rovald spoke with a curtness he did not use when the civs were present. "Only don't delay too long.
The castaway's identity would be challenged by a half dozen distant and unloving relatives, and there would be an intense inquiry. These civs must be the impartial witnesses. "No, I hardly believe in a mirror in an uninhabited forest, Gentlehomo," he chuckled. "But we are on a hunting planet and not all its life forms have yet been classified."
And there could be no mirror surface in there, surely there could not be?" Yes, things were moving too fast. Hume might be overly cautious but he was determined that no hint of any pre-knowledge of the L-B must ever come to these civs. When they would find the Largo Drift's life boat and locate Brodie, there would be a legal snarl.
This was no time to be plagued by uncertain weather. Somewhere out there Brodie was holed up. He hoped the boy had long ago reached the "camp" so carefully erected and left for his occupancy. The L-B, that stone covered "grave" showing signs of several years' occupancy, was all assembled and constructed to the last small detail. Far less might have deceived the civs in this safari.
He may not relay it to the Patrol, but he'll keep the force barrier up and the civs inside anything else would be malicious neglect and a murder charge when the Guild check tape goes in. This call is on the spacer tape now and will be a part of that he can't possibly alter such a report and he knows it. This is the best we can do now " "We're close to the mountains, aren't we?"
And it is well that I did arrive here, is it not, Hunter? Or would you have preferred remaining on that island? Whether any of our project may be salvaged is a point we must consider. But for the moment we make no moves. No, Hume, your civs will have to take their chances for a time." "And if there is trouble?" Hume challenged him.
"A report of an alien attack will bring in the Patrol quickly enough." "You forget Rovald," Wass corrected. "The chance that one of your civs can activate and transmit from the spacer is remote, and Rovald will see that it is impossible. You have picked up Brodie, I see." "Yes." "No!" What had possessed him at that moment to contradict?
If it weren't for those civs " His head snapped back, cheek to panel, he was listening again. After a long moment his whisper came once more. "I don't have time to repeat this. In about five minutes Peake'll be here with rations. I'll leave this door unlatched. There's another storage cabin across the corridor see if you can hide there, then trick him into getting in here and lock him in. Got it?"
"These watchers you don't know them?" "No. Nor do I like what you've seen of them, Brodie. So I'm willing to call a truce. The Guild believed Jumala an open planet, our records accredited it so. If that is not true we may be in for bad trouble. As an Out-Hunter I am responsible for the safety of three civs back there in the safari camp." Hume made sense, much as Rynch disliked admitting it.
Remember, our boy's roaming around out there. He might just be picked off by something before these stumble-footed civs catch up with him." "That's the chance we knew we'd have to take. We don't dare raise any suspicion. Yactisi, for one, is no fool, neither is Starns. Chambriss just wants to get his water-cat, but he could become nasty if anyone tried to steer him."
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