He could
almost be Tau's elder brother. He crossed the room with a brisk stride
and came to stand over Dane, his hand reaching to pull aside the bloody
cloth covering the Trader's breast. But Dane fended off that examination.
"My partner," he said. "Back there--pinned in--" he jerked his hand
southward. "Needs help--"
The Medic frowned. "Most of the men are out with the fleet. Jorge," he
spoke to the boy who had followed him, "go and get Lex and Hartog. Here,"
he tried to push Dane back into the chair as the Trader got up, "let me
look at that cut--"
Dane shook his head. "No time now, sir. My partner's hurt bad. Can you
come?"
"Certainly." The Medic reached for the emergency kit on the shelf behind
him. "You able to make it?"
"Yes," Dane was exultant. It was going to work! He could toll the Medic
away from the village. Once out among the rocks on the shoreline he could
pull the blaster and herd the man to the flitter. His luck was going to
hold after all!
Chapter XV
MEDIC HOVAN REPORTS
Fortunately the path out of the straggling town was a twisted one and in
a very short space they were hidden from view.
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