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Commander-in-Chief Front and Center + 

General Carlos von Schlichten threw his cigarette away, flexed his hands in his gloves, and set his monocle more firmly in his eye, stepping forward as the footsteps on the stairway behind him ceased and the other officers emerged from the squat flint keepтБатАФCaptain Cazabielle, the post C.O.; big, chocolate-brown Brigadier-General Themistocles MтАЩzangwe; little Colonel Hideyoshi OтАЩLeary. Far in front of him, to the left, the horizon was lost in the cloudbank over Takkad Sea; directly in front, and to the right, the brown and gray and black flint mountains sawed into the sky until they vanished in the distance. Unseen below, the old caravan-trail climbed one side of the pass and slid down the other, a sheer five hundred feet below the parapet and the two corner catapult-platforms which now mounted 90┬аmm guns. On the little hundred-foot-square parade ground in front of the keep, his aircar was parked, and the soldiers were assembled. + 

Ten or twelve of them were TerransтБатАФa couple of lieutenants, sergeants, gunners, technicians, the sergeant-driver and corporal-gunner of his own car. The other fifty-odd were Ulleran natives. They stood erect on stumpy legs and broad, six-toed feet. They had four arms apiece, one pair from true shoulders and the other connected to a pseudo-pelvis midway down the torso. Their skins were slate-gray and rubbery, speckled with pinhead-sized bits of quartz that had been formed from perspiration, for their body-tissues were silicone instead of carbon-hydrogen. Their narrow heads were unpleasantly saurian; they had small, double-lidded red eyes, and slit-like nostrils, and wide mouths filled with opalescent teeth. Except for their belts and equipment, they were completely naked; the uniform consisted of the emblem of the Chartered Uller Company stencil-painted on chests and backs. Clothing, to them, was unnecessary, either for warmth or modesty. As to the former, they were cold-blooded and could stand a temperature-range of from a hundred and twenty to minus one hundred Centigrade. Von Schlichten had seen them sleeping in the open with their bodies covered with frost or freezing rain; he had also seen them wade through boiling water. As to the second, they had practically no sex-inhibitions; they were all of the same gender, true, functional, hermaphrodites. Any individual among them could bear young, or fertilize the ova of any other individual. Fifteen years ago, when he had come to Uller as a former Terran Federation captain newly commissioned colonel in the army of the Uller Company, it had taken some time before he had become accustomed to the detailing of a noncom and a couple of privates out of each platoon for babysitting duty. At least, though, they didnтАЩt have the squaw-trouble around army posts on Uller that they had on Thor, where he had last been stationed. + 

An airjeep, coming in out of the sun, circled the crag-top fort and let down onto the terrace next to von SchlichtenтАЩs command-car. It carried a bristle of 15┬аmm machine-guns, and two of the eight 50┬аmm rocket-tubes on either side were empty and freshly smoke-stained. The duraglass canopy slid back, and the two-man crewтБатАФlieutenant-driver and sergeant-gunnerтБатАФjumped out. Von Schlichten knew them both. + 

тАЬLieutenant Kendall; Sergeant Garcia,тАЭ he greeted. тАЬGood afternoon, gentlemen.тАЭ + 

Both saluted, in the informal, hell-with-rank-weтАЩre-all-human manner of Terran soldiers on extraterrestrial duty, and returned the greeting. + 

тАЬHowтАЩs the Jeel situation?тАЭ he asked, then nodded toward the fired rocket-tubes. тАЬI see you had some shooting.тАЭ + 

тАЬYes, sir,тАЭ the lieutenant said. тАЬTwo bands of them. We sighted the first coming up the eastern side of the mountain about two miles this side of the Blue Springs. We got about half of them with M.G.-fire, and the rest dived into a big rock-crevice. We had to use two rockets on them, and then had to let down and pot a few of them with our pistols. We caught the second band in that little punchbowl place about a mile this side of ZortolkтАЩs Old Fort. There were only six of them; they were bunched together, feeding. Off one of their own gang, IтАЩd say; the way weтАЩve been keeping them up in the high rocks, theyтАЩve been eating inside the family quite a bit, lately. We let them have two rockets. No survivors. Not many very big pieces, in fact. We let down at ZortolkтАЩs for a beer, after that, and Captain Martinelli told us that one of his jeeps caught what he thinks was the same band that was down off the mountain night-before-last and ate those peasants on Prince NeeldinkтАЩs estate.тАЭ + 

тАЬBy God, IтАЩm glad to hear that!тАЭ ThereтАЩd been a perfect hell of a flap about that business. Before the Terrans came to Uller, it was a good year when not more than five hundred farm-folk would be killed and eaten by Jeel cannibals. The incident of two nights ago had been the first of its kind in almost six months, but the nobleman whose serfs had been eaten was practically accusing the Company of responsibility for the crime. тАЬIтАЩll see that Neeldink is informed. The more you do for these damned geeks, the more they expect from you.тБатАКтБатАж When you get your vehicle re-ammoed, lieutenant, suppose you buzz back to where you machine-gunned that first gang. If there are any more around, theyтАЩll have moved in for the free meal by now.тАЭ This breakdown of the JeelsтАЩ taboo against eating fellow-tribesmen was one of the best things heтАЩd heard from the cannibal-extermination project for some time. + 

He turned to Themistocles MтАЩzangwe. тАЬIn about two weeks, get a little task-force together. Say ten combat-cars, about twenty airjeeps, and a battalion of Kragan Rifles in troop-carriers. Oh, yes, and this good-for-nothing Konkrook Fencibles outfit of Prince JaizerdтАЩs; they can be used for beaters, and to block escape routes.тАЭ He turned back to Lieutenant Kendall and Sergeant Garcia. тАЬGood work, boys. And if the synchro-photos show that any of that first bunch got away, donтАЩt feel too badly about it. These Jeels can hide on the top of a pool-table.тАЭ + 

He climbed into the command-car, followed by Themistocles MтАЩzangwe and Hideyoshi OтАЩLeary. Sergeant Harry Quong and Corporal Hassan Bogdanoff took their places on the front seat; the car lifted, turned to nose into the wind, and rose in a slow spiral. Below, the fort grew smaller, a flat-topped rectangle of masonry overlooking the pass, a gun covering each approach, and two more on the square keep to cover the rocky hogback on which the fort had been built, with the flagpole between them. Once that pole had lifted a banner of ragged black marsh-flopper skin bearing the device of the Kragan riever-chieftain whose family had built the castle; now it carried a neat rectangle of blue bunting emblazoned with the wreathed globe of the Terran Federation and, below that, the blue-gray pennant which bore the vermilion trademark of the Chartered Uller Company. + 

тАЬWhere now, sir?тАЭ Harry Quong asked. + 

He looked at his watch. Seventeen-hundred; there wasnтАЩt time for a visit to ZortolkтАЩs Old Fort, ten miles to the north at the next pass. + 

тАЬBack to Konkrook, to the island.тАЭ + 

The nose of the car swung east by south; the cold-jet rotors began humming and then the hot-jets were cut in. The car turned from the fort and the mountains and shot away over the foothills toward the coastal plain. Below were forests, yellow-green with new foliage of the second growing season of the equatorial year, veined with narrow dirt roads and spotted with occasional clearings. Farther east, the dirty gray woodsmoke of Uller marked the progress of the charcoal-burnings. It took forty years to burn the forests clear back to the flint cliffs; by the time the burners reached the mountains, the new trees at the seaward edge would be ready to cut. Off to the south, he could see the dark green squares, where the hemlocks and Norway spruce had been planted by the Company. With a little chemical fertilizer, they were doing well, and they made better charcoal than the silicate-heavy native wood. That was the only natural fuel on Uller; there was no coal, of course, since fallen timber and even standing dead trees petrified in a matter of a couple of years. There was too much silica on Uller, and not enough of anything else; what would be coal-seams on Terra were strata of silicified wood. And, of course, there was no petroleum. There was less charcoal being burned now than formerly; the Uller Company had been bringing in great quantities of synthetic thermoconcentrate-fuel, and had been setting up nuclear furnaces and nuclear-electric power-plants, wherever they gained a foothold on the planet. + 

Beyond the forests came the farmlands. Around the older estates, thick walls of flint and petrified wood had been built, and wide moats dug, to keep out the shellosaurs. But now the moats were dry, and the walls falling into disrepair. Some of the newer farms, land devoted to agriculture with the declining demand for charcoal, had neither moats nor walls. That was the Company, too; the huge shell-armored beasts had become virtually extinct in the Konk Isthmus now, since the introduction of bazookas and recoilless rifles. There seemed to be quite a bit of power-equipment working in the fields, and big contragravity lorries were drifting back and forth, scattering fertilizer, mainly nitrates from Mimir or Yggdrasill. There were still a good number of animal-drawn plows and harrows in use, however. + 

As planets went, Uller was no bargain, he thought sourly. At times, he wished he had never followed the lure of rapid promotion and fantastically high pay and left the Federation regulars for the army of the Uller Company. If he hadnтАЩt, heтАЩd probably be a colonel, at five thousand sols a year, but maybe it would be better to be a middle-aged colonel on a decent planetтБатАФOdin, with its two moons, Hugin and Munin, and its wide grasslands and its evergreen forests that looked and even smelled like the pinewoods of Terra, or Baldur, with snow-capped mountains, and clear, cold lakes, and rocky rivers dashing under great vine-hung trees, or Freya, where the people were human to the last degree and the women were so breathtakingly beautifulтБатАФthan a Company army general at twenty-five thousand on this combination icebox, furnace, wind-tunnel and stonepile, where the water tasted like soapsuds and left a crackly film when it dried; where the temperature ranged, from pole to pole, between two hundred and fifty and minus a hundred and fifty Fahrenheit and the Beaufort-scale ran up to thirty; where nothing that ran or swam or grew was fit for a human to eat, and where the people.тБатАКтБатАж + 

Of course, there were worse planets than Uller. There was Nidhog, cold and foggy, its equatorial zone a gloomy marsh and the rest of the planet locked in eternal ice. There was Bifrost, which always kept the same face turned to its primary; one side blazingly hot and the other close to absolute zero, with a narrow and barely habitable twilight zone between. There was Mimir, swarming with a race of semi-intelligent quasi-rodents, murderous, treacherous, utterly vicious. Or Niflheim. The Uller Company had the franchise for Niflheim, too; theyтАЩd had to take that and agree to exploit the planetтАЩs resources in order to get the franchise for Uller, which furnished a good quick measure of the comparative merits of the two. + 

Ahead, the city of Konkrook sprawled along the delta of the Konk river and extended itself inland. The river was dry, now. Except in spring, when it was a red-brown torrent, it never ran more than a trickle, and not at all this late in the northern summer. The aircar lost altitude, and the hot-jet stopped firing. They came gliding in over the suburbs and the yellow-green parks, over the low one-story dwellings and shops, the lofty temples and palaces, the fantastically twisted towers, following a street that became increasingly mean and squalid as it neared the industrial district along the waterfront. + 

Von Schlichten, on the right, glanced idly down, puffing slowly on his cigarette. Then he stiffened, the muscles around his right eye clamping tighter on the monocle. Leaning forward, he punched Harry Quong lightly on the shoulder. + 

тАЬCircle back, sergeant; letтАЩs have a look at that street again,тАЭ he directed. тАЬSomething going on, down there; looks like a riot.тАЭ + 

тАЬYes, sir; I saw it,тАЭ the Chinese-Australian driver replied. тАЬTerrans in trouble; beinтАЩ mobbed by geeks. Aircar parked right in the bloody middle of it.тАЭ + 

The car made a twisting, banking loop and came back, more slowly. Colonel Hideyoshi OтАЩLeary was using the binoculars. + 

тАЬThatтАЩs right,тАЭ he said. тАЬTerrans being mobbed. Two of them, backed up against a house. I saw one of them firing a pistol.тАЭ + 

Von Schlichten had the handset of the carтАЩs radio, and was punching out the combination of the Company guardhouse on Gongonk Island; he held down the signal button until he got an answer. + 

тАЬVon Schlichten, in car over Konkrook. Riot on Fourth Avenue, just off Seventy-second Street.тАЭ No Terran could possibly remember the names of KonkrookтАЩs streets; even native troops recruited from outside found the numbers easier to learn and remember. тАЬGeeks mobbing a couple of Terrans. IтАЩm going down, now, to do what I can to help; send troops in a hurry. Kragan Rifles. And stand by; my driverтАЩll give it to you as it happens.тАЭ + 

The voice of somebody at the guardhouse, bawling orders, came out of the receiver as he tossed the phone forward over Harry QuongтАЩs shoulder; Quong caught it and began speaking rapidly and urgently into it while he steered with the other hand. Von Schlichten took one of the five-pound spiked riot-maces out of the rack in front of him. Themistocles MтАЩzangwe had already drawn his pistol; he shifted it to his left hand and took a mace in his right. The Nipponese-Irish colonel, looking like a homicidally infuriated pixie, had an automatic in one hand and a long dagger in the other. + 

Harry Quong and Hassan Bogdanoff were old Uller hands; theyтАЩd done this sort of work before. Bogdanoff rose into the ball-turret and swung the twin 15┬аmmтАЩs around, cutting loose. Quong brought the car in fast, at about shoulder-height on the mob. Between them, they left a swath of mangled, killed, wounded, and stunned natives. Then, spinning the car around, Quong set it down hard on a clump of rioters as close as possible to the struggling group around the two Terrans. Von Schlichten threw back the canopy and jumped out of the car, OтАЩLeary and MтАЩzangwe behind him. + 

There was another aircar, a dark maroon civilian job, at the curb; its native driver was slumped forward over the controls, a short crossbow-bolt sticking out of his neck. Backed against the closed door of a house, a Terran with white hair and a small beard was clubbing futilely with an empty pistol. He was wounded, and blood was streaming over his face. His companion, a young woman in a long fur coat, was laying about her with a native bolo-knife. + 

Von SchlichtenтАЩs mace had a spiked ball-head, and a four-inch spike in front of that. He smashed the ball down on the back of one UlleranтАЩs head, and jabbed another in the rump with the spike. + 

тАЬZak! Zak!тАЭ he yelled, in pidgin-Ulleran. тАЬJik-jik, you lizard-faced CreatorтАЩs blunder!тАЭ + 

The Ulleran whirled, swinging a blade somewhere between a big butcherknife and a small machete. His mouth was open, and there was froth on his lips. + 

тАЬZnidd suddabit!тАЭ he screamed. + 

Von Schlichten parried the cut on the steel shaft of his mace. тАЬSuddabit yourself, you geek bastard!тАЭ he shouted back, ramming the spike-end into the opal-filled mouth. тАЬAnd znidd you, too,тАЭ he added, recovering and slamming the ball-head down on the narrow saurian skull. The Ulleran went down, spurting a yellow fluid about the consistency of gun-oil. Then, without wasting words, he maced another of the things. + 

Ahead, one of the natives had caught the wounded Terran with both lower hands, and was raising a dagger with his upper right. The girl in the fur coat swung wildly, slashing the knife-arm, then chopped down on the creatureтАЩs neck. To one side, a native somewhat better dressed than the others, to the extent of a couple of belts with gold ornaments, drew a Terran automatic. Von Schlichten hurled his mace and drew his pistol, thumbing off the safety as he swung it up, but before he could fire, Hassan Bogdanoff had seen and swung his guns around; the double burst caught the native in the chest and fairly tore him apart. + 

Another of them closed with the girl, grabbing her right arm with all four hands and biting at her; she screamed and kicked her attacker in the groin, where an Ulleran is, if anything, even more vulnerable than a Terran. The native howled hideously, and von Schlichten, jumping over a couple of corpses, shoved the muzzle of his pistol into the creatureтАЩs open mouth and pulled the trigger, blowing its head apart like a rotten pumpkin and splashing both himself and the girl with yellow blood and rancid-looking gray-green brains. + 

Hideyoshi OтАЩLeary, jumping forward after von Schlichten, stuck his dagger into the neck of a rioter and left it there, then caught the girl around the waist with his free arm. Themistocles MтАЩzangwe dropped his mace and swung the frail-looking man onto his back. Together, they struggled back to the command-car, von Schlichten covering the retreat with his pistol. Another rioterтБатАФa Zirk nomad from the North, he guessedтБатАФwas aiming one of the long-barreled native air-rifles, holding the ten-inch globe of the air-chamber in both lower hands. Von Schlichten shot him, and the Zirk literally blew to pieces. + 

For an instant, he wondered how the small bursting-charge of a 10┬аmm explosive pistol-bullet could accomplish such havoc, and assumed that the native had been carrying a bomb in his belt. Then another explosion tossed fragmentary corpses nearby, and another and another. Glancing quickly over his shoulder, he saw four combat-cars coming in, firing with 40┬аmm auto-cannon and 15┬аmm machine-guns. They swept between the hovels on one side and the warehouses on the other, strafing the mob, darted up to a thousand feet, looped, and came swooping back, and this time there were three long blue-gray troop-carriers behind them. + 

These landed in the hastily cleared street and began disgorging native Company soldiersтБатАФKragan mercenaries, he noted with satisfaction. They carried a modified version of the regular Terran Federation infantry rifle, stocked and sighted to conform to their physical peculiarities, with long, thorn-like, triangular bayonets. One platoon ran forward, dropped to one knee, and began firing rapidly into what was left of the mob. Four-handed soldiers can deliver a simply astonishing volume of fire, particularly when armed with auto-rifles having twenty-shot dropout magazines which can be changed with the lower hands without lowering the weapon. + 

There was a clatter of shod hoofs, and a company of the King of KonkrookтАЩs cavalry came trotting up on their six-legged, lizard-headed, quartz-speckled mounts. Some of these charged into side alleys, joyfully lancing and cutting down fleeing rioters, while others dismounted, three tossing their reins to a fourth, and went to work with their crossbows. Von Schlichten, who ordinarily entertained a dim opinion of the King of KonkrookтАЩs soldiery, admitted, grudgingly, that it was smart work; four hands were a big help in using a crossbow, too. + 

A Terran captain of native infantry came over, saluting. + 

тАЬAre you and your people all right, general?тАЭ he asked. + 

Von Schlichten glanced at the front seat of his car, where Harry Quong, a pistol in his right hand, was still talking into the radiophone, and Hassan Bogdanoff was putting fresh belts into his guns. Then he saw that the Graeco-African brigadier and the Irish-Japanese colonel had gotten the wounded man into the car. The girl, having dropped her bolo, was leaning against the side of the car, one foot heedlessly in what was left of an Ulleran who had gotten smashed under it, weak with nervous reaction. + 

тАЬWe seem to be, Captain Pedolsky. Very smart work; you must have those vehicles of yours on hyperspace-drive.тБатАКтБатАж How is he, colonel?тАЭ + 

тАЬWeтАЩd better get him to the hospital, right away,тАЭ OтАЩLeary replied. тАЬI think he has a concussion.тАЭ + 

тАЬHarry, call the hospital. Tell them what the score is, and tell them weтАЩre bringing the casualty in to their top landing stage.тБатАКтБатАж Why, weтАЩll make out very nicely, captain. YouтАЩd better stay around with your Kragans and make sure that these geeks of King JaikarkтАЩs donтАЩt let the riot flare up again and get away from them. And donтАЩt let them get the impression that they can maintain order around here without our help; the Company would like to see that attitude discouraged.тАЭ + 

тАЬYes, sir, I understand.тАЭ Captain Pedolsky opened the pouch on his belt and took out the false palate and tongue-clicker without which no Terran could do more than mouth a crude and barely comprehensible pidgin-Ulleran. Stuffing the gadget into his mouth, he turned and began jabbering orders. + 

Von Schlichten helped the girl into the car, placing her on his right. The wounded civilian was propped up in the left corner of the seat, and Colonel OтАЩLeary and Brigadier-General MтАЩzangwe took the jump-seats. The driver put on the contragravity-field, and the car lifted up. + 

тАЬThem, see if thereтАЩs a flask and a drinking-cup in the door pocket next to you,тАЭ he said. тАЬI think Miss Quinton could use a drink.тАЭ + 

The girl turned. Even in her present disheveled condition, she was beautifulтБатАФa trifle on the petite side, with black hair and black eyes that quirked up oddly at the outer corners. Her nails were black-lacquered and spotted with little gold stars, evidently a new feminine fad from Terra. + 

тАЬI certainly could, general.тБатАКтБатАж How did you know my name?тАЭ + 

тАЬYouтАЩve been on Uller for the last three months; ever since the City of Canberra got in from Niflheim. On Uller, there arenтАЩt enough of us that everybody doesnтАЩt know all about everybody else. YouтАЩre Dr.┬аPaula Quinton; youтАЩre an extraterrestrial sociographer, and youтАЩre a field-agent for the ExtraterrestrialsтАЩ Rights Association, like Mohammed Ferriera, here.тАЭ He took the cup and flask from Themistocles MтАЩzangwe and poured her a drink. тАЬTake this easy, now; Baldur honey-rum, a hundred and fifty proof.тАЭ + 

He watched her sip the stuff cautiously, cough over the first mouthful, and then get the rest of it down. + 

тАЬMore?тАЭ When she shook her head, he stoppered the flask and relieved her of the cup. тАЬWhat were you doing in that district, anyhow?тАЭ he wanted to know. тАЬIтАЩd have thought Mohammed Ferriera would have had more sense than to take you there, or go there, himself, for that matter.тАЭ + 

тАЬWe went to visit a friend of his, a native named Keeluk, who seems to be a sort of combination clergyman and labor leader,тАЭ she replied. тАЬIтАЩm going to observe labor conditions at the North Pole mines in a short while, and Mr.┬аKeeluk was going to give me letters of introduction to friends of his at Skilk.тАЭ + 

With the aid of his monocle, von Schlichten managed to keep a straight face. Neither MтАЩzangwe nor OтАЩLeary had any such aid; the African rolled his eyes and the Japanese-Irishman grimaced. + 

тАЬWe talked with Mr.┬аKeeluk for a while,тАЭ the girl said, тАЬand when we came out, we found that our driver had been killed and a mob had gathered. Of course, we were carrying pistols; theyтАЩre part of this survival-kit you make everybody carry, along with the emergency-rations and the water-desilicator. Mr.┬аFerrieraтАЩs wasnтАЩt loaded, but mine was. When they rushed us, I shot a couple of them, and then picked up that big knife.тБатАКтБатАжтАЭ + 

тАЬThatтАЩs why youтАЩre still alive,тАЭ von Schlichten commented. + 

тАЬWe wouldnтАЩt be if you hadnтАЩt come along,тАЭ she told him. тАЬI never in my life saw anything as beautiful as you coming through that mob swinging that war-club!тАЭ + 

тАЬWell, I never saw anything much more beautiful than those 40┬аmmтАЩs beginning to land in the mob,тАЭ von Schlichten replied. + 

The aircar swung out over Konkrook Channel and headed toward the blue-gray Company buildings on Gongonk Island, and the Company airport, swarming with lorries and airboats, where the ten thousand-ton Oom Paul Kruger had just come in from Keegark, and the CompanyтАЩs one real warship, the cruiser Procyon, was lifting out for Grank, in the North. Down at the southern tip of the island, the three-thousand-foot globe of the spaceship City of Pretoria, from Niflheim, was loading with cargo for Terra. + 

тАЬJust what happened, while you and Mr.┬аFerriera were in KeelukтАЩs house. Miss Quinton?тАЭ Hideyoshi OтАЩLeary asked, trying not to sound official. тАЬWas Keeluk with you all the time? Or did he go out for a while, say fifteen or twenty minutes before you left?тАЭ + 

тАЬWhy, yes, he did.тАЭ Paula Quinton looked surprised. тАЬHow did you guess it? You see, a dog started barking, behind the house, and he excused himself and.тБатАКтБатАжтАЭ + 

тАЬA dog?тАЭ von Schlichten almost shouted. The other officers echoed him, and on the front seat, Harry Quong said, тАЬCoo-bliтАЩme!тАЭ + 

тАЬWhy, yes.тБатАКтБатАжтАЭ Paula QuintonтАЩs eyes widened. тАЬBut there are no dogs on Uller, except a few owned by Terrans. And wasnтАЩt there something aboutтБатАКтБатАжтАК?тАЭ + 

Von Schlichten had the radiophone and was calling the command car at the scene of the riot. The sergeant-driver answered. + 

тАЬVon Schlichten here; my compliments to Captain Pedolsky, and tell him heтАЩs to make immediate and thorough search of the house in front of which the incident occurred, and adjoining houses. For his information, thatтАЩs KeelukтАЩs house. Tell him to look for traces of Governor-General HarringtonтАЩs collie, or any of the other terrestrial animals that have been disappearingтБатАФthat goat, for instance, or those rabbits. And I want Keeluk brought in, alive and in condition to be interrogated. IтАЩll send more troops, or Constabulary, to help you.тАЭ He handed the phone to MтАЩzangwe. тАЬYou take care of that end of it, Them; you know who can be spared.тАЭ + 

тАЬBut, whatтБатАКтБатАжтАК?тАЭ the girl began. + 

тАЬThatтАЩs why you were attacked,тАЭ he told her. тАЬKeeluk was afraid to let you get away from there alive to report hearing that dog, so he went out and had a gang of thugs rounded up to kill you.тАЭ + 

тАЬBut he was only gone five minutes.тАЭ + 

тАЬIn five minutes, I can put all the troops in Konkrook into action. Keeluk doesnтАЩt have radio or TVтБатАФwe hopeтБатАФbut he has his forces concentrated, and he has a pretty good staff.тАЭ + 

тАЬBut Mr.┬аKeelukтАЩs a friend of ours. He knows what our Association is trying to do for his people.тБатАКтБатАжтАЭ + 

тАЬSo he shows his appreciation by setting that mob on you. Look, he has a lot of influence in that section. When you were attacked, why wasnтАЩt he out trying to quiet the mob?тАЭ + 

тАЬWhen they jumped you, you tried to get back into the house,тАЭ MтАЩzangwe put in. тАЬAnd you found the door barred against you.тАЭ + 

тАЬYes, but.тБатАКтБатАжтАЭ The girl looked troubled; MтАЩzangwe had guessed right. тАЬBut whatтАЩs all the excitement about the dog? What is it, the sacred totem-animal of the Uller Company?тАЭ + 

тАЬItтАЩs just a big brown collie, named Stalin, like half the dogs on Terra. Somebody stole it, and Keeluk was keeping it, and we want to know why. We donтАЩt like geek mysteries; not when they lead to murderous attacks on Terrans, at least.тАЭ + 

The aircar let down on the hospital landing stage. A stretcher was waiting, with a Terran interne and two Ulleran orderlies. They got the still-unconscious Mohammed Ferriera out of the car. + 

тАЬYouтАЩd better go with them, yourself, Miss Quinton,тАЭ von Schlichten advised. тАЬYou have a couple of nasty-looking bruises and bumps. A couple of abrasions, too, where those geeks grabbed you; they have hides like sandpaper. And better have that coat cleaned, before that goo on it hardens, or itтАЩll be ruined.тАЭ + 

тАЬYes. You have a lot of it on your uniform, too.тАЭ + 

He glanced down at the blue-gray jacket. тАЬSo I have. And another thing. Those letters Keeluk was going to give you, the ones to his friends in Skilk. Did you get them?тАЭ + 

She felt in the pocket of her coat. тАЬYes. I still have them.тАЭ + 

тАЬI wish youтАЩd let Colonel OтАЩLeary have a look at them. There may be more to them than you think.тБатАКтБатАж Hid, will you go with Miss Quinton?тАЭ + 