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a bit, leaning against the rough bark.
Something soft and choking fell over his head; his body was seizei in a steel grip. The more he struggled, the tighter it held him until th blood thundered in his ears and his lungs screamed for air.
Only when he grew limp did the pressure let up. His first pani ebbed a little when he realized that it wasn't an animal that attacke him. He knew nothing about the grubbers, but they were human s he still had a chance.
His arms and legs were tied, the power holster ripped from his am He felt strangely naked without it. The powerful hands grabbed hir again and he was hurled into the air, to fall face down across somethin warm and soft. Fear pressed in again for it was a large animal of som kind. And all Pyrran animals were deadly.
When the animal moved off, carrying him, panic was replaced b
a feeling of mounting elation. The grubbers had managed to work ot
a truce of some kind with at least one form of animal life. He had t
find out how. If he could get that secret-and get it back to the city-i would justify all his work and pain. It might even justify WeIPs dea~ if the age-old war could be slowed or stopped.
Jason's tightly bound limbs hurt terribly at first, but grew numb wit the circulation shut off. The jolting ride continued endlessly; he ha no way of measuring the time. A rainfall soaked him, then he felt hi clothes steaming as the sun came out.
The ride was finally over. He was pulled from the animal's back an dumped down. His arms dropped free as someone loosed the binding The returning circulation soaked him in pain as he lay there, strugglin to move. WThen his hands finally obeyed him, he lifted them to his fac and stripped away the covering, a sack of thick fur. Light blinded hij as he sucked in breath after breath of clean air.
Blinking against the glare, he looked around. He was lying on a flo of crude planking, the setting sun shining into his eyes through th doorless entrance of the building. There was a ploughed field outsid stretching down the curve of hill to the edge of the jungle. It was tc dark to see much inside the hut.
Something blocked the light of the doorway, a tall animal-like figure. On second look Jason realized it was a man with long hair and thick beard. He was dressed in furs; even his legs were i?~rapped in fur leggings. His eyes were fixed on his captive, while one hand fondled an axe that hung from his waist.
"Who're you? What y'want?" the bearded man asked suddenly.
Jason picked his words slowly, wondering if this savage had the same hairtrigger temper as the city dwellers.
"My name is Jason. I come in peace. I want to be your friend. . . ." "Lies!" the man grunted, and pulled the axe from his belt. "Junkman tricks. I saw y'hide. Wait to kill me. Kill you first." He tested the edge of the blade with a horny thumb, then raised it.
"Wait!" Jason said desperately. "You don't understand."
The axe swung down.
"I'm from off-world and-"
A solid thunk shook him as the axe buried itself in the wood next to his head. At the last instant, the man had twitched it aside. He grabbed the front of Jason's clothes and pulled him up until their faces touched.
"S'true?" he shouted. "Y'from off-world?" His hand opened and Jason dropped back before he could answer. The savage jumped over him, toward the dim rear of the hut.
"Rhes must know of this," he said as he fumbled with something on the wall. Light sprang out.
All Jason could do was stare. The hairy, fur-covered savage was operating a communicator. The calloused, dirt-encrusted fingers deftly snapped open the circuits, dialed a number.
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It made no sense. Jason tried to reconcile the modem machine wit] the barbarian and couldn't. Who was he calling? The existence of on communicator meant there was at least another. Was Rhes a person o a thing?
With a mental effort, he grabbed hold of his thoughts and brake them to a stop. There was something new here, factors he hadn counted on. He kept reassuring himself there was an explanation fc everything, once you had your facts straight.
Jason closed his eyes, shutting out the glaring rays of the sun wher it cut through the treetops, and reconsidered his facts. They separate evenly into two classes: those he had observed for himself, and those h had learned from the city dwellers. This last class of "facts" he woul hold, to see if they fitted with what he learned. There was a goo chance that most, or all, of them would prove false.
"Get up," the voice jane~into his thoughts. "W're leaving."
His legs were still numb and hardly usable. The bearded ma snorted in disgust and hauled him to his feet, propping him against di outer wall. Jason clutched the knobby bark of the logs when he w~ left alone. He looked around, soaking up impressions.
It was the first time he had been on a farm since he had run awa from home. A different world with a different ecology, but the simila:
ity was apparent enough to him. A new-sown field stretched down di hill in front of the shack. Ploughed by a good farmer. Even, well-ca~ furrows that followed the contour of the slope. Another, larger lc building was next to this one, probably a barn.
There was a snuffling sound behind him and Jason turned quicldyand froze. His hand called for the missing gun and his finger tightene down on a trigger that wasn't there.
It had come out of the jungle and padded up quietly behind him. had six thick legs with clawed feet that dug into the ground. The tw meter-long body was covered with matted yellow-and-black fur, all e:
cept the skull and shoulders. These were covered with overlapping horny plates. Jason could see all this because the beast was that close.
He waited to die.
The mouth opened, a frog-like division of the hairless skull, revealing double rows of jagged teeth.
"Here, Fido," the bearded man said, coming up behind Jason and snapping his fingers at the same time. The thing bounded forward, brushing past the dazed Jason, and rubbed his head against the man's leg. "Nice doggie," the man said, his fingers scratching under the edge of the carapace where it joined the flesh.
The bearded man had brought two of the riding animals out of the barn, saddled and bridled. Jason barely noticed the details of smooth skin and long legs as he swung up on one. His feet were quickly lashed to the stirrups. When they started, the skull-headed beast followed them.
"Nice doggie!" Jason said, and for no reason started to laugh. The bearded man turned and scowled at him until he was quiet.
By the time they entered the jungle, it was dark. It was impossible to see under the thick foliage, and they used no lights. The animals seemed to know the way. There were scraping noises and shrill calls from the jungle around them, but it didn't bother Jason too much. Perhaps the automatic manner in which the other man undertook the journey reassured him. Or the presence of the "dog" that he felt rather than saw. The trip was a long one, but not too uncomfortable.
The regular motion of the animal and his fatigue overcame Jason and he dozed into a fitful sleep, waking with a start each time he slumped forward. In the end, he slept sitting up in the saddle. Hours passed this way, until he opened his eyes and saw a square of light before them. The trip was over.
His legs were stiff and galled with saddle sores. After his feet were untied, getting down was an effort and he almost fell. A door opened and Jason went in. It took his eyes some moments to get used to the light, until he could make out the man on the bed before him.
"Come over here and sit down." The voice was full and strong, accustomed to command. The body was that of an invalid. A blanket covered him to the waist, above that the flesh was sickly white, spotted with red nodules, and hung loosely over the bones. There seemed to be nothing left of the man except skin and skeleton.
"Not very nice," the man on the bed said, "but I've grown used to it." His tone changed abruptly. "Naxa said you were from off-world. Is that true?"
Jason nodded yes, and his answer stirred the living skeleton to life.
The head lifted from the pillow and the red-rimmed eyes sought h with a desperate intensity.
"My name is Rhes and I'm a. . . grubber. Will you help me?"
Jason wondered at the intensity of Rhes's question, all out of propc tion to the simple content of its meaning. Yet he could see no reason give anything other than the first and obvious answer that sprang to Ii lips.
"Of course I'll help you, in whatever way I can. As long as it involv no injury to anyone else. What do you want?"
The sick man's head had fallen back limply, exhausted, as Jasc talked. But the fire still burned in the eyes.
"Feel assured-I want to injure no others," Rues said. "Quite the ~ posite. As you see, I am suffering from a disease that our remedies w~ not stop. Within a few more days I will be dead. Now I have seen. the city people . . . using a device, they press it over a wound or ~ animal bite. Do you have one of these machines?"