They wandered back to the freighter. “I bet we're establishing a school,” said Ker. “I bet that's what it is we're doing. But who's going to be taught? Not Psychlos with no breathe-gas, that's for sure. Put up the ramps, Jonnie, and we'll get out of here.”
Jonnie did, but he didn't climb up to the cockpit. He looked around for water and firewood. He had an idea he'd be camping out here. Yes, there was a stream coming down from a
nearby snow-capped peak. And there was plenty of firewood in the trees.
He walked out and looked at the trench where the last battle had been fought against the Psychlos. The grass was tall and waving in a lonesome-sounding wind.
He climbed to the freighter cockpit, deeply troubled.
Chapter 6
At evening when he opened the cage, Terl sounded excited. “Tell your horses and females goodbye, animal. Tomorrow at dawn we're going on a long trip.”
Jonnie stopped with his arms full of the firewood he had been taking in. “How long?”
“Five days, a week. It depends,” said
Terl. “Why do you want to know?”
“I have to leave them food...a lot of things.”
“Oh,” said Terl indifferently. “Am I going to have to stand here and wait?” He made up his own mind. He locked up the cage again and turned on the juice. "I’ll come back later.” He rumbled off hurriedly.
Well, here it goes, Jonnie told himself.
What devilry was going to take place now?
Fortunately, that day he had gotten a fat young bull. He swiftly went about his work. He quartered it and rolled up two quarters in the hide, putting it outside the door.
"Chrissie!" he called. “Put me together enough smoked meat for a week. Also think about what you'll need for that time.”
“You're leaving?” Was there a trace of panic in Chrissie's voice?
“Just for a little while.”
Both girls looked apprehensive. They seemed so forlorn in there. Jonnie cursed to himself. "I’ll be sure to come back,” he said. “Get busy with the food.”
He inspected Blodgett's wound. Blodgett could walk now, but torn muscles had ended her running days.
The grazing problem for the horses was a little rough. He did not want to turn them loose, but he couldn't stake them to a week's grazing all in one spot. He finally settled it by letting them loose but instructing Pattie to call them to the barrier a couple of times a day to talk to them. Pattie promised she would.
He prepared a belt pouch with flint and tinder, cutting glass, and a few odds and ends. He folded up a complete suit of buckskins. He made a pack of these and two kill-clubs.
When Terl came back later in the evening and opened the cage door, Jonnie rapidly moved in what Chrissie would need. She could smoke beef and work with hides. It would keep them busy. He took the packet she had prepared.
“You will be all right, Jonnie?" she asked.
He didn't feel like smiling, but he smiled. "I’ll make it my first business in all cases,” he said. “Now don't you worry. Put some of that tallow on Pattie's neck and it will help the chafing.”
“Come on,” said Terl irritably, outside the cage.
“How do you like the glass to cut things with?” said Jonnie.
Chrissie said, “It is very good if you don't cut yourself.”
“Well, be careful.” “Hey,” said Terl.
Jonnie gave Pattie a kiss on the cheek. “Now you take good care of your sister, Pattie.”
He put his arms around Chrissie and hugged her. “Please don't worry.”
“For crap, come out of that cage,” said Terl.
Chrissie's hand trailed down Jonnie's arm. He drew away until only their fingers were touching.
“Be careful, Jonnie." Tears were rolling down her cheeks.
Terl yanked him out and banged the cage door behind him. While Jonnie closed the wood barrier, Terl turned on the juice.
“At dawn,” said Terl, “I want you down at the landing field ready to go. Personnel Freighter Ninety-One. Wear decent clothes and boots that won't stink the ship up. Bring your air pump and plenty of bottles and an extra mask. Is that understood, animal?” He rumbled off, practically trotting. Terl was a busy fellow these days. The ground-shake died out.
Later Jonnie picked some wild flowers and berries in the dark and tried to throw them between the bars. But the electric current simply arced and sizzled them before they could get through. It made things seem even worse.
He went to bed at last, dispirited, certain that the future was going to be very rough, if not fatal.
Chapter 7
They were aloft at last, flying just to the east of north, rising rapidly to an altitude of over ten miles. Terl loomed over the control panel, silent and withdrawn. Jonnie sat at the copilot console, the seat belt wrapped around him twice, air mask tending to mist. It was growing very cold in the flight cab.
They were late getting off because Terl had personally gone over every fitting and unit of the plane as though suspicious that someone might have sabotaged it. The actual ship number was eighteen digits long and only ended in ninety-one. It was an old ship, a cast off from some war on some other planet, and it showed its scars in dents and sears. It had a forward flight compartment like any freighter, but it was armored and fitted with batteries of air-to-air and air-to-ground blast guns.
The huge body of the plane, now empty, was fitted to carry not ore but fifty company attack troops-there were huge benches, bins for supplies, racks for their blast guns. There were many ports, all armored. The plane had not carried troops or even been flown for ages.
Seeing that breathe-gas compression would be off in the compartment, Jonnie had thought it might be better to ride there, but Terl put him in the copilot seat. Now he was glad. This altitude probably had little air in it, and the cold was seeping into the cab with icy fingers.
Below them the mountains and plains spread out, apparently not moving at any great speed even though the plane was well above hypersonic.
Soon Jonnie knew he was looking at the top of the world. Pale green misty sea and white vastnesses of ice were all across the northern horizon. They were not going to cross the North Pole, but nearly.
The chattering console computer was rolling itself out a tape of their successive positions. Jonnie looked at it. They were turning in a curve to head more easterly.
“Where are we going?” said Jonnie. Terl didn't answer for some time.
Then he yanked an Intergalactic Mining chart of the planet from a seat pocket and threw it at Jonnie. “You're looking at the world, animal. It 's round.”
Jonnie unfolded the chart. “I know it's round. Where are we going?”
“Well, we're not going up there,” said Terl, pointing a talon toward the north. “That's all water in spite of its looking solid. Just ice. Don't never land there. You'd freeze to death.”
Jonnie had a chart open. Terl had drawn a red, curving course line from the area of departure, up across a continent, then across a large island and then down to the top of another island. Typical of a mining map, it was all in numbers and without names. He translated rapidly in his head back to Chinko geography. Using ancient names, the course lay up over Canada, across the top of Greenland, past Iceland and down to the north tip of Scotland. On the mine map,
Scotland was 89-72– 13.
After punching in a new series of coordinates, Terl put the ship on automatic and reached back of his seat for a container of kerbango. He slurped some into his container cover and chewed it down.
“Animal,” said Terl above the roar of the ship, “I am about to recruit fifty man-things."