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a fair amount of it before he was finished. Fortunately he knew well
enough where the big veins and arteries were-the mandatory employees'
first-aid course had been pretty specific about that--and he was
careful to miss them. But the palm and heel of his right hand would
probably bear the marks for a long time. At first, his hands were so
numb from the constriction of the plastic restrainer that they couldn't
feel what was happening to them. Unfortunately, a minute or three
after he got the binders off, they began shrieking at him that they
hadn't had enough blood or oxygen for a long time, and were now going
to repay him for the favor by letting him acutely feel every injury
that had ever happened to them, with special attention to the ones he
had just incurred.

Jim swore, and ignored the pain the best he could, and

clumsily used his hands to sit Harry up and shake him a little. 'ou
okay? Say something!"

Harry said something, all right: words that would have made Flora
mutter something about being a bad example to the kids. Then Harry
added, "I was feeling better until you started shaking my head back and
forth. Cut it out!"

"All right. Can you get up? We've gotta get out of here. I haven't
got my Swiss army knife with me. Go on over to the bit and cut those
off you Tom?"

Tom was still unconscious. 'We're gonna have to carry him out," Jim
said, "and I don't like the look of that head. We're gonna have to be
real careful with him. I wish we had a backboard or something."
"There's a piece of plywood over here," Harry said, sawing away at his
binders with the herringbone blade. "I guess we could use that--"

"Okay. Get it. Hank--"

Hank sat there, shivering. When Jim came to him, he said, ' -I'hey
said they were gonna burn me. They said they were gonna burn me, I
couldn't do anything else!"

"Of course you couldn't do anything else, "Jim said, furious that
"they" should so casually reduce a nice, kind man to this trembling
shape. Bastards/ Let me catch you sometime without your fancy guns...
"Forget it, Hank. Except for the boss, no one's going to talk to you
about thiswwe're gonna see to it. All right? Now get up and get over
there and get loose so you can help us with Tom."

Harry got himself cut free and went over to get the "backboard" while
Jim helped get Hank free. Then carefully, the Way they had been
trained, they lifted Tom onto the piece of plywood. "Pity we can't go
up as fast as they came down, "Jim muttered.