'Girls are always the practical ones," Jimmy agreed. Now take me- I'm the poetical type."
'Blank verse, I'd say," Rod suggested.
"Jealousy ill becomes you, Rod. Bob, old bean, can I interest you in another slice? Rare, or well carbonized?"
"Either way. We haven't had much to eat the last couple of days. Boy, does this taste good!"
"My own sauce," Jimmy said modestly. "I raise my own herbs, you know. First you melt a lump of butter slowly in a pan, then you-"
"Shut up, Jimmy. Bob, do you and Carmen want to team with us? As I see it, we can't count on ever getting back. Therefore we ought to make plans for the future.'
"I think you are right."
"Rod is always right," Jimmy agreed. "'Plans for the future-' Hmm, yes. .. Bob, do you and Carmen play cribbage?"
"No"
"Never mind. I'll teach you."
8. "Fish, or Cut Bait"
The decision to keep on burning the smoke signal and thereby to call in as many recruits as possible was never voted on; it formed itself. The next morning Rod intended to bring the matter up but Jimmy and Bob rebuilt the smoke fire from its embers while down to fetch fresh water. Rod let the accomplished fact stand; two girls drifted in separately that day.
Nor was there any formal contract to team nor any selection of a team captain; Rod continued to direct operations and Bob Baxter accepted the arrangement. Rod did not think about it as he was too busy. The problems of food, shelter, and safety for their growing population left him no time to worry about it
The arrival of Bob and Carmen cleaned out the larder; it was necessary to hunt the next day. Bob Baxter offered to go, but Rod decided to take Jackie as usual. "You rest today. Don't let Carmen put her weight on that bad ankle and don't let Jimmy go down alone to tend the fire. He thinks he is well again but he is not."
"I see that."
Jack and Rod went out, made their kill quickly. But Rod failed to kill clean and when Jacqueline moved in to help finish the thrashing, wounded buck she was kicked in the ribs. She insisted that she was not hurt; nevertheless her side was sore the following morning and Bob Baxter expressed the opinion that she had cracked a rib.
In the meantime two new mouths to feed had been added, just as Rod found himself with three on the sick list. But one of the new mouths was a big, grinning one belonging to Caroline Mshiyeni; Rod picked her as his hunting partner.
Jackie looked sour. She got Rod aside and whispered, 'You haven't any reason to do this to me. I can hunt. My side is all right, just a little stiff."
"It is, huh? So it slows you down when I need you. I can't chance it, Jack."
She glanced at Caroline, stuck out her lip and looked stubborn. Rod said urgently, "Jack, remember what I said about petty jealousies? So help me, you make trouble and I'll paddle you."
"You aren't big enough!"
"I'll get help. Now, look- are we partners?"
"Well, I thought so."
"Then be one and don't cause trouble."
She shrugged. "All right. Don't rub it in- I'll stay home."
"I want you to do more than that. Take that old bandage of mine- it's around somewhere- and let Bob Baxter strap your ribs."
"No!"
"Then let Carmen do it. They're both quack doctors, sort of." He raised his voice. "Ready, Carol?"
"Quiverin' and bristlin'."
Rod told Caroline how he and Jacqueline hunted, explained what he expected of her. They located, and avoided, two family herds; old bulls were tough and poor eating and attempting to kill anything but the bull was foolishly dangerous. About noon they found a yearling herd upwind; they split and placed themselves cross wind for the kill. Rod waited for Caroline to flush the game, drive it to him.
He continued to wait. He was getting fidgets when Caroline showed up, moving silently. She motioned for him to follow. He did so, hard put to keep up with her and still move quietly. Presently she stopped; he caught up and saw that she had already made a kill. He looked at it and fought down the anger he felt.
Caroline spoke. "Nice tender one, I think. Suit you, Rod?"
He nodded. "Couldn't be better. A clean kill, too. Carol?"
"Huh?"
"I think you are better at this than I am.
"Oh, shucks, it was just luck." She grinned and looked sheepish.
"I don't believe in luck. Any time you want to lead the hunt, let me know. But be darn sure you let me know."
She looked at his unsmiling face, said slowly, "By any chance are you bawling me out?"
"You could call it that. I'm saying that any time you want to lead the hunt, you tell me. Don't switch in the middle. Don't ever. I mean it."
"What's the matter with you, Rod? Getting your feelings hurt just because I got there first- that's silly!"
Rod sighed. "Maybe that's it. Or maybe I don't like having a girl take the kill away from me. But I'm dead sure about one thing: I don't like having a partner on a hunt who can't be depended on. Too many ways to get hurt. I'd rather hunt alone."
"Maybe I'd rather hunt alone! I don't need any help."
"I'm sure you don't. Let's forget it, huh, and get this carcass back to camp."
Caroline did not say anything while they butchered. When they had the waste trimmed away and were ready to pack as much as possible back to the others Rod said, "You lead off. I'll watch behind."
"Rod?"
"Huh?"
"I'm sorry"
"What? Oh, forget it."
"I won't ever do it again. Look, I'll tell everybody you made the kill."
He stopped and put a hand on her arm. "Why tell anybody anything? It's nobody's business how we organize our hunt as long as we bring home the meat."
"You're still angry with me."
"I never was angry," he lied. "I just don't want us to get each other crossed up."
"Roddie, I'll never cross you up again! Promise."
Girls stayed in the majority to the end of the week. The cave, comfortable for three, adequate for twice that number, was crowded for the number that was daily accumulating. Rod decided to make it a girls' dormitory and moved the males out into the open on the field at the foot of the path up the shale. The spot was unprotected against weather and animals but it did guard the only access to the cave. Weather was no problem; protection against animals was set up as well as could be managed by organizing a night watch whose duty it was to keep fires burning between the bluff and the creek on the upstream side and in the bottleneck downstream. Rod did not like the arrangements, but they were the best he could do at the time. He sent Bob Baxter and Roy Kilroy downstream to scout for caves and Caroline and Margery Chung upstream for the same purpose. Neither party was successful in the one-day limit he had imposed; the two girls brought back another straggler.
A group of four boys came in a week after Jim's shirt had been requisitioned; it brought the number up to twenty-five and shifted the balance to more boys than girls. The four newcomers could have been classed as men rather than boys, since they were two or three years older than the average. Three of the four classes in this survival-test area had been about to graduate from secondary schools; the fourth class, which included these four, came from Outlands Arts College of Teller University.
"Adult" is a slippery term. Some cultures have placed adult age as low as eleven years, others as high as thirty-five-and some have not recognized any such age as long as an ancestor remamed alive. Rod did not think of these new arrivals as senior to him. There were already a few from Teller U. in the group, but Rod was only vaguely aware Which ones they were- they fitted in. He was too busy with the snowballing problems of his growing colony to worry about their backgrounds on remote Terra.