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He was nearly back to the bungalow, with one of the
guards tagging him when Smalley screamed. Ole Doc went back.
"What's the matter?" he asked solicitously.
"I'm poisoned!" screamed Smalley, sagging down and clawing at his helmet. His face was already turning red, his hands were covered with blotches.
"Well, before you pa.s.s out," said Ole Doc, "you'd better tell your guards that I'll have to treat you so they won't think I'm killing you and shoot me out of enthusiasm for their commander."
"Don't shoot him! Don't shoot him whatever he does!"
screamed Smalley.
The guards stood well back, eight of them. It made them very nervous when Ole Doc had Hippocrates pa.s.s up a hypo gun and a syringe. It made them more nervous when Ole Doc started to ram Smalley's spine and brain with that long, glittering point.
The first gun cured the blotches, the last gun put Small- ey to sleep. And then Ole Doc went on into the bungalow to get himself some food and a little rest.
The following many hours were hectic indeed for it was enough to simply treat thirty-eight thousand kids suffering from skin allergy without the other labors. And to compli- cate things, members of the hospital s.h.i.+p kept coming down with it, one by one. A scribbled message from Smalley's fourth successor, for instance, finally carried it back to the s.h.i.+p itself. And when the crew tried to bring up the ailing members for treatment, they came down.
Shoot with a hypo gun to cure the blotches. Shoot seven times with seven different things in seven different places for each patient. Shoot them again to put them into a few hours slumber.
Ole Doc didn't sleep. He kept himself going on mul- t.i.thyroid, which Hippocrates said was very bad for him indeed. But O'Hara keeled over in nervous and physical exhaustion before they had reached the ten thousandth case. They put him under the influence of the second hypo gun and left him in his own lion pen to snooze it off.
And Hippocrates and Ole Doc went on.
It takes a long while to handle thirty-eight thousand babies and one hundred and ten crewmen, much less treat them. But within three days they were done.
Ole Doc stood up and looked at the still snoring acres of babies. And at the rows of sleeping crewmen. And at
the five who, nervously aloof, still covered the gate with powerful weapons and barred any escape.
Ole Doc pondered giving them something. But he was too tired to take off. He went into the bungalow and stretched out and soon was sleeping the sleep of the innocent and just.
Eighteen hours later, fully refreshed, he rose and washed his face. He looked out of the window at the vigilant guards and sighed.
"Hippocrates, go gather up our gear."
"We leaving?"
"On the double," said Ole Doc.
With a swish and a swoosh the little being collected their scattered equipment into a portable pile.
"Now go gather up O'Hara and bring him along," said Ole Doc.
Hippocrates swept off to get the chief of the experimen- tal station and came back lugging him with ease. Then he took up the mountain of heavy equipment in his other two hands and with O'Hara's heels trailing in the dust, tagged after Ole Doc, who walked, buckling on his blasters.
The five at the gate were wary. They had been on the post, in the two enfilading towers, when all the illness began and they weren't going to tolerate anything now.
But they were apprehensive because they could not be sure that their leader and other people would wake up.
"Stop or we shoot!" barked their squad leader.
Ole Doc negligently fingered his first cloak b.u.t.ton. It hummed a little. He kept on walking.
"Stop!" cried the squad leader. "Stop and go back until I'm sure they're going to recover or we'll kill you!"
Ole Doc stopped. He looked sadly at the five on the wall above him. And then he suddenly dived to the right and drew in a blur which flamed before it could be seen.
He fired rapidly.
Three shots came at him. Three shots ricocheted off his portable force screen. Five guards went down in charred heaps where the ashes lay amid glowing bits of metal.
Ole Doc looked alertly across the Savannah, glanced back to make sure the screen had protected Hippocrates and then struck off for the Morgue.
There was no guard there now since that guard had been changed from the s.h.i.+p. Ole Doc swung in, indicated a couch where O'Hara was to be tossed and walked through the vessel to check her for ascent. But she had
not been harmed and in a few minutes he could sink with confidence behind his controls and buckle his belts.
He rang for take-off and got Hippocrates' cheery O.K.
back. And then the Morgue hurtled upwards to an alt.i.tude of three miles.
It looked so peaceful down below. The dark green of the jungle bounding the silver of the lakes was pretty to his appreciative eye. And then he dived and put five big, solid charges into the battle cruiser and left her a curling, smoking ma.s.s of wreckage. And he dived again at another place to the south and slammed two shots into a moun- tainous stockpile of structural materials and munitions and saw how prettily their black smoke rose, interspersed red with exploding sh.e.l.ls.
That gave him a great deal of satisfaction.
He skipped upwards then through the atmosphere and out into the black comfort of absolute zero and set his course and speed for home.
"Calling Center," he said into his mike. "Calling Center.
Methuselah. Methuselah. Calling Center-"
"Come in! Hey! Come in!" said Center, a tenth of a galaxy away.
"Methuselah with a report."
"Methuselah is enough!" said Ole Doc Cautery at Cen- ter. "We have had five navies and the marines looking for you for months. We've had six empires scared 'til they can't spit. WHERE have you been?"
"Got a report," said Ole Doc. "Turn this on confiden- tial."
"Circuits on. Begin report."
Ole Doc spoke into the five wave scramble which had defied cryptographers since the UMS had adopted it two hundred years before. "Alien extragalactic race attempted foothold for jump-off attacks on Earth. First independent s.p.a.ce flight originators met so far. Stature about three- quarters Earth normal. Carbon people. Almost a duplicate of man but missing several tissues essential of emotional balance including one brain chord intimately related to kindness, worry and judgment. Established depot of sup- ples but unable to transport workmen and soldiers in quant.i.ty and so made use of Department of Agriculture Experimental Station vats on Gorgon, wrecking freighter and subst.i.tuting its phials. Very sentient. Obviously well informed intelligence at work in this galaxy. Leaders con- ditioned to enterprise and spoke English. Detectable by
uncommon strength. Life period very short reaching ma- turity at about six years of age due to emotional imbal- ances and early development of gonads and so easy to detect in society by rapid aging.
"Treatment and handling of case: Developed the for- mulae of their gene patterns and isolated missing develop- ment cells. Synthesized cells and injected them into proper areas where they will harmonize with bodies. They suc- c.u.mb easily to a strawberry allergy and are painfully affected by it. All beings so located and all artificial gestations infected so that they could be treated. All treated and left in stupor except five who could not be reached with strawberries.
"Recommendations: That you get hold of the Depart- ment of Agriculture of the United States as soon as possible and inform them as follows: Their vessel Wan- derho destroyed. Their station on Gorgon deserted but undamaged; the Achnoids there were bought by the aliens and are no longer to be trusted; inform them that the Gorgon Station is now inhabited by about thirty-eight thou- sand aliens converted to human beings and that a relief ex- pedition should be sent to take care of them since they will none of them be found over twelve years of age and the bulk of them a human five or six months, needing care.
Expedition should be armed but should also contain several dozen expert nurses. Gorgon can now be considered to be humanly populated.
"Proceeding at normal speed to base to refit. Please have somebody air out my quarters, preferably Miss El- lison. That is all."