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Starns indicated Rovald, who was nursing his numb hand. "Since he, too, is one of these criminals, he's not to be trusted!" Chambriss shot back. "Hunter, I demand that you take us off planet at once! And it is only fair to inform you that I also intend to prefer charges against you and against the Guild. Empty world! Just how empty have we found this world?"
The treachery and villainy of these rebels stands without parallel in the history of men." A Negro politician has left this account of a radical recitation in a Florida Negro school: After finishing the arithmetic lesson they must next go through the catechism: "Who is the 'Publican Government of the State of Florida?" Answer: "Governor Starns." "Who made him Governor?"
Hume forced a quick smile. "Just what did you sight, Gentlehomo Starns? There is no large game in the woodlands." "This was not an animal, Hunter. Rather a flash of light, just about there." Again he pointed.
But as soon as the story of their find leaked, there would be others on the scene, men trained to assess the signs of a castaway's fight for survival. His own Guild training and the ability of Wass' renegade techs should bring them through that test. What had Starns seen? The glint of sun on the tail of the L-B, tilted now to the sky?
I wish you rewarding dreams." He arose to go to his own bubble tent. "Yes, indeed!" Starns blinked at the fire and then scrambled up in turn. "We hunt along the river, then, tomorrow?" "For water-cat," Hume agreed. Of the three, he believed Chambriss the most impatient. Might as well let him pot his trophy as soon as possible.
But it was enjoyed. Hume leaned forward to feed the flames, and Starns pushed some lengths of driftwood closer. "You have said, Hunter, that hunting worlds never contain intelligent native life. Unless the planet is minutely explored how can your survey teams be sure of that fact?" His voice bordered on the pedantic, but his interest was plain. "By using the verifier."
Starns extended his plump hands to the flames in the immemorial gesture of a human attracted not only to the warmth of the burning wood, but to its promise of security against the forces of the dark. "No matter how few, or how scattered your native thinkers may be, you record them without missing any?" Hume shrugged. "Maybe one or two," he grinned, "might get through such a screening.
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."
To alternate days is the fair way. And, who knows, each of you may discover your own choice near the other man's stake out." "You are quite right, Hunter," Starns nodded. "And since my two colleagues have chosen to try for a water creature, perhaps we should start along the river." It was two days, then, before they could work their way into the woods.
Chambriss carried a needler, Starns was unarmed except for a small protection stunner, his tri-dee box slung on his chest by well-worn carrying straps. Yactisi shouldered an electric pole, wore its control belt buckled about his middle, though Hume had warned him that the storm would prevent any deep hole fishing.
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