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He knew from his own experience that sometimes he had an odd double reaction two different feelings which almost sickened him when they struck simultaneously. And he was beginning to suspect that with some of the others the return to the past had been far more deep and lasting. Now Jil-Lee was actually to reason out what had happened.
"Fire cut the walls to pieces!" Travis did not need that order from Jil-Lee. He was already beaming unseen destruction at the best target he could ask for the side of the sphere. If the globe was armed, there was no weapon which could be depressed far enough to reach the marksmen at ground level. Holes appeared, irregular gaps and tears in the fabric of the ship.
"But this much I do have: Once I studied to be an archaeologist and I have seen other storehouses of these star people. Who else among us can say as much as that?" "That is the truth," Jil-Lee acknowledged. "Also there is good sense in this seeking out of the tower things.
But his friends were facing him with heavy disapproval now a full row of Deklays. "Did you not tell us that you felt this strange thing during the night we waited about the camp? What if you become one with these Tatars and are also controlled by the machine? Then you, too, can be made into a weapon against us your clansmen!" Jil-Lee was almost openly hostile. Sense was on his side.
"But what have you done to yourself?" He stepped closer, pulling Travis' hand away from his side. By the time Lupe came to report, Travis was again wound in a strapping bandage pulled tightly about his lower ribs, and reconciled to the fact that any trailing he would do must be well to the rear of the first party. "The towers," he said to Jil-Lee.
"Might be relaying messages on from a walkie-talkie or something like that," Buck commented. "They should reach our ship in two days ... three at the most ... if they are pushing," Travis said thoughtfully. "It would be a help if that flyer is a link in any com unit to destroy it before its crew picks up and relays any report of what happens back there." Jil-Lee grunted.
Some of the spirit seemed to have left her thin, tense body, and she went without any more fight. Only when they came into full view of the ship did she falter. Travis heard her breathe a gasp of surprise. As they had planned, four of the Apaches Jil-Lee, Tsoay, Nolan, and Buck fanned out toward the heights about the ship.
"I do not understand," another of the men held out his hand, palm up, in a gesture of asking "what has happened to us. We were in the old Apache world.... I, Jil-Lee, was riding with Cuchillo Negro as we went down to the taking of Ramos. And then I was here, in a broken ship and beside me a dead man who was once my brother.
He beckoned to Jil-Lee. "Give me a hand up there." "Why?" "I want to see if the space suits are intact." Jil-Lee regarded Travis with open bewilderment, but Manulito pushed forward. "We do not need those suits to walk here, Travis. This air we can breathe " "Not for the air, and not in the open." Travis advanced at a deliberate pace. "Those suits may be insulated in more ways than one "
"Give us proof that this will act against their machines!" "What proof, Shaman?" asked Jil-Lee. "Shall we burn down a mountain that you may believe? This is now a matter of time." Travis had a sudden inspiration. "You say that the 'copter is out. Suppose we use that as a target?" "That that can sweep the flyer from the sky?" Menlik's disbelief was open. Travis wondered if he had gone too far.
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