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But each of those units of time in passing brought them nearer to greater danger. Sooner or later they must make the transition out of Hyper into system space, and the jump out of warp was something not even a veteran took lightly. Rip's round face thinned while they watched. Jellico was still functioning.
About him the mountains lay like a tumultuous sea-the Jellico Spur, stilled gradually on every side into vague, purple shapes against the broken rim of the sky, and Pine Mountain and the Cumberland Range racing in like breakers from the north.
They kill wantonly and leave those they do not choose to pelt." "Trail " Nymani pointed eastward. "Leads to Mygra swamp." "The swamps!" Asaki was shaken. "They must be mad!" "Or know more about this country than your men do," Jellico corrected. "If poachers can enter Mygra, then we can follow!" But not now, Dane protested silently.
This was about as far from the steaming islands of Xecho as a man could imagine. "The demon graz prepare for battle." Asaki nodded toward the distant crackling. Captain Jellico laughed. "Supposed to be whetting their tusks, eh? I wouldn't care to meet a graz that could produce such a display by mere tusk whetting." "No? But think of the reward for the tracker who discovers where such go to die.
Tau commented bitterly, hunching well forward so that a certain stung portion of his anatomy would not come in contact with the rock beneath him. "Hardly for this," Jellico replied, and Dane saw Nymani grin one-sidedly, his other cheek puffed and painted sticky purple. "We do not always encounter apes and fire-wasps in the same day," supplied the Chief Ranger.
"Will you ask your colleague to be so kind as to allow the Cargo-master Kallee to be presented?" The tall, dark young Terran Medic spoke to the priest beside him and together they came across the clearing. Van Rycke and Jellico both arose and inclined their heads in honor to the priests, as did the chief with whom they had been about to deal.
And Dane saw that, though Jellico was the master, Rip was fully fit to follow in the Captain's boot prints. There was a sudden silence in the cabin the demand had stopped. The agents below must now have realized that the ship with the distress signals blazing on her nose was not going to reply.
"Also, guests at the preserves wear stass belts." Jellico snorted. "I don't think you'd get any repeats from your clients otherwise! What do we meet tomorrow? A herd of graz on stampede, or something even more subtle and deadly?" Nymani got up and walked a little way from their rock shelter. He turned down-slope and Dane saw his nostrils expand as they had when he had investigated the cave.
Under him lay Jellico Valley, and just visible in a wooded cove, whence Indian Creek crept into sight, was a mining-camp-a cluster of white cabins-from which he had climbed that afternoon. At that distance the wagon-road narrowed to a bridle-path, and the figure moving slowly along it and entering the forest at the base of the mountain was shrunk to a toy.
The three from the Queen moved away from the parapet to meet the Chief Ranger as he came down the stairs. "A messenger has just arrived. The hunter was hunted indeed, and his going was witnessed by many though they did not see those which hunted him. Lumbrilo is dead; he came to his end by the Great River." Jellico started.
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