Part 7 (1/2)
He clicked off at last and stood up, shaking his head. Suddenly the Med s.h.i.+p seemed empty. Then he saw Murgatroyd staring at the exit-port. The inner door of that small airlock was closed. The tell-tale said the outer was not locked. Someone had gone out, quietly. The girl. Of course. Calhoun said angrily;
”How long ago, Murgatroyd?”
”_Chee!_” said Murgatroyd indignantly.
It wasn't an answer, but it showed that Murgatroyd was vexed that he'd been left behind. He and the girl were close friends, now. If she'd left Murgatroyd in the s.h.i.+p when he wanted to go with her, she wasn't coming back.
Calhoun swore. Then he made certain. She was not in the s.h.i.+p. He flipped the outside-speaker switch and said curtly into the microphone;
”Coffee! Murgatroyd and I are having coffee. Will you come back, please?”
He repeated the call, and repeated it again. Multiplied as his voice was by the speakers, she should hear him within a mile. She did not appear.
He went to a small and inconspicuous closet and armed himself. A Med s.h.i.+p man was not ever expected to fight, but there were blast-rifles available for extreme emergency.
When he'd slung a power-pack over his shoulder and reached the airlock, there was still no sign of his late stowaway. He stood in the airlock door for long minutes, staring angrily about. Almost certainly she wouldn't be looking in the mountains for men of Dara come here for cattle. He used a pair of binoculars, first at low-magnification to search as wide an area down-valley as possible, and then at highest power to search the most likely routes.
He found a small, bobbing speck beyond a far-away hillcrest. It was her head. It went down below the hilltop.
He snapped a command to Murgatroyd, and when the _tormal_ was on the ground outside, he locked the port with that combination that n.o.body but a Med s.h.i.+p man was at all likely to discover or use.
”She's an idiot!” he told Murgatroyd sourly. ”Come along! We've got to be idiots too!”
He set out in pursuit.
The girl had a long start. Twice Calhoun came to places where she could have chosen either of two ways onward. Each time he had to determine which she'd followed. That cost time. Then the mountains ended, abruptly, and a vast undulating plain stretched away to the horizon.
There were at least two large ma.s.ses and many smaller clumps of what could only be animals gathered together. Cattle.
But here the girl was plainly in view. Calhoun increased his stride. He began to gain on her. She did not look behind.
Murgatroyd said ”_Chee!_” in a complaining tone.
”I should have left you behind,” agreed Calhoun dourly, ”but there was and is a chance I won't get back. You'll have to keep on hiking.”
He plodded on. His memory of the terrain around the mining settlement told him that there was no definite destination in the girl's mind. But she was in no such despair as to want deliberately to be lost. She'd guessed, Calhoun believed, that if there were Darians on the planet, they'd keep the landing-grid under observation. If they saw her leave that area and could see that she was alone, they should intercept her to find out the meaning of the Med s.h.i.+p's landing. Then she could identify herself as one of them and give them the terribly necessary warning of Weald's suspicions.
”But,” said Calhoun sourly, ”if she's right, they'll have seen me marching after her now, which spoils her scheme. And I'd like to help it, but the way she's going is too dangerous!”
He went down into one of the hollows of the uneven plain. He saw a clump of a dozen or so cattle a little distance away. The bull looked up and snorted. The cows regarded him truculently. Their air was not one of bovine tranquility.
He was up the farther hillside and out of sight before the bull worked himself up to a charge. Then Calhoun suddenly remembered one of the items in the data about cattle he'd looked into just the other day. He felt himself grow pale.
”Murgatroyd!” he said sharply. ”We've got to catch up! Fast! Stay with me if you can, but ...” He was jog-trotting as he spoke--”even if you get lost I have to hurry!”
He ran fifty paces and walked fifty paces. He ran fifty and walked fifty. He saw her, atop a rolling of the ground. She came to a full stop. He ran. He saw her turn to retrace her steps. He flung to the safety of the blast-rifle and let off a roaring blast at the ground for her to hear.
Suddenly she was fleeing desperately, toward him. He plunged on. She vanished down into a hollow. Horns appeared over the hillcrest she'd just left. Cattle appeared. Four--a dozen--fifteen--twenty. They moved ominously in her wake. He saw her again, running frantically over another upward swell of the prairie. He let off another blast to guide her. He ran on at top speed with Murgatroyd trailing anxiously behind.