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Do you have anything to add to your story?" "No, sir." He was not adding that "sir" to curry any favor; it came naturally when one answered Kelgarries. "But you have some questions?" Ross met that with the truth. "A lot of them." "Why don't you ask them?" Ross smiled thinly, an expression far removed and years older than his bashful boy's grin of the shy act.
Time had run out too fast; they were being forced to play what cards they held, even though those might be very low ones. Ashe would be back, but not, Kelgarries hoped, until this had been decided one way or another. Not until this was finished. Finished! Kelgarries blinked at the wall. Perhaps they were finished, too.
Ashe was not satisfied and he would have spoken again, but Kelgarries interrupted: "If it comes to that, none of us here has any right to make final decisions. Waldour has already sent in his report about the snoop. We'll have to await orders from the council." Ruthven levered himself out of his chair, his solid bulk stretching his uniform coveralls. "That is correct, Colonel.
But I do know that I am not going to be sent into any wilderness where a savage may run a spear through me just to prove something or other for Major John Kelgarries, or for Millaird either. I will try my plan first." The urgency in Kurt's protest carried Ross past the wavering point. He, too, would try the cat.
"If the Reds are afraid they have been spotted, they must be dismantling their post right now, working around the clock. We'll never again have such a good chance to nail them. We must move now." Millaird's lids drooped almost shut; he might have been napping. Kelgarries stirred restlessly by the door, and Webb's round face had settled into what looked like permanent lines of disapproval.
Camdon was returning from a mission to the Star Laboratory when his plane lost contact with Ragnor Field. Reports of a storm in that vicinity immediately raised concern " Waldour snapped off the voice. "True or a cover for his escape?" Kelgarries wondered aloud. "Could be either. They may have deliberately written him off when they had all they wanted," Waldour acknowledged.
If the strangers from the ship did trace him by the suit, they were not going to follow the sub back to the post and serve the project as they had the Reds. "Got to get this off " He pulled the words out one by one, tugging frantically at the stubborn studs. "They can trace this and follow us " Kelgarries needed no better explanation.
Who in processing could be switched without tangling them up entirely?" "No one. I can recall Jansen and Van Wyke. These ax people might be a good cover for them." The momentary light in Kelgarries' eyes faded. "No, we have no proper briefing and can't get it until the tribe does appear on the map. I won't send any men in cold.
"It was a wild possibility, but it was on the books from the start. This certainly will make Kelgarries turn red " "Flying saucers?" Ashe must be out of his head from the fever, Ross supposed. He wondered what he should do if Ashe tried to get up and walk away. He could not tackle a man with a bad hole in his shoulder, nor was he certain he could wrestle Ashe down in a real fight.
The Apaches have volunteered, and they've been passed by the psychologists and the testers. But they're Americans of today, not tribal nomads of two or three hundred years ago. If you break down some barriers, you might just end up breaking them all." Kelgarries was scowling. "You mean they might revert utterly, have no contact with the present at all?" "That's just what I do mean.
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