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Have you seen him?" Drifi did not answer. He marched stiffly ahead, not even bothering to look at Connel. As they neared the exit, Connel drifted imperceptibly closer to Tom and whispered out of the side of his mouth, "Keep your eyes open for ships. Count as many as you can. How many are armed, their size, and so on. Look for ammunition dumps. Check radar and communications installations.
They tried desperately to get a look at the faces of the men around them while the headgear was being changed, but, as before, the men were careful to keep their faces averted. Continuing down the tunnel, Connel tried to speak to Drifi again. "I would appreciate it greatly, sir," he said in his most formal military manner, "if you could give me any news about the other man of our party.
"You and you," snapped Drifi at the green-clad men around them, "see that this man is taken to the medical center immediately!" Two men jumped to pick up the litter. "Thank you," said Connel. "Now will you be so kind as to tell me what this is all about?" "You'll find out soon enough. We have a special way of treating spies." "Spies!" roared Connel.
At a momentary halt in their march, when Drifi stopped to speak with a sentry, Tom and Connel found an opportunity to speak again. "I've counted a dozen big converted freighters on the blast ramps, sir," whispered Tom hurriedly. "Three more being repaired, nearly finished, and there are about fifty smaller ships, all heavily armed." "That checks with my count, Tom," replied Connel hurriedly.
The officer sounded so indignant that Tom was almost fooled by his tone. "We're hunters! One of our party is lost here in the jungle. We were searching for him when we were attacked by a tyrannosaurus. During the fight, this man was injured. We're not spies!" Drifi shrugged his shoulders, and barking a command to his men, turned into the jungle. Connel and Tom were forced to follow.
"See that this man" Connel indicated Roger "is given medical attention at once." Drifi eyed the major cautiously. "I make this request as one officer to another," said Connel. "A point of honor between opponents." Drifi's eyes gleamed visibly at the word officer, and Tom almost grinned at Connel's subtle flattery.
Get as much information as you can, in case only one of us can escape." "Yes, sir," whispered Tom. "Do you think they might have Astro?" "It's a good guess. We were following the tyrannosaurus's trail when they caught us, and I'm pretty sure Astro had been doing the same thing." "Stop that talking!" snapped Drifi, suddenly whirling on them.
"Divisions of what? Ships? Men?" asked Connel offhandedly, trying not to show any more than idle curiosity. "You'll find out when the Solar Guard comes looking for a fight," said Drifi. "Now get in there!" Tom and Connel were shoved inside and the door closed behind them. It was pitch black, and they couldn't see an inch in front of their faces.
"Well have to take what comes. Sh! Here he comes." "All right, let's go," said the patrol leader. They continued across the canyon until they reached a four-story wooden structure without windows. Drifi opened a small door and motioned them inside. "What is this?" Connel demanded. "This is where you'll stay until Lactu sends for you. Right now, he is in conference with the Division Leaders."
"Are you taking us prisoner?" "What do you think?" "I see." Connel seemed to consider for a moment. "Who are you?" he asked. "I am Drifi, squad officer of the jungle patrol." "Connel, Senior Officer, Solar Guard," acknowledged Connel. "If we are being held prisoner, I wish to make a request." "Prisoners don't make requests," said Drifi, and then added suspiciously, "What is it?"
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