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"Well..." He spared another glance for Pip. Maybe in a little while the flying snake would be ready to take to the air. That could make a significant difference in any fight to come. "If you're sure..."

She nodded once, appearing as competent as she was beautiful. Lodge manager, he thought. She ought to know what she was talking about. He could trust her for a few minutes, anyway.

"What's so important to show me?" he asked.

"Come with me." Her tone was still soaked with anger.

She led him back into the lodge, across the porch and back into the dining room. Several members of her staff were treating one of the women who had been dining when the lights had gone out and the guns had gone off. Her husband and companions were hovering anxiously over her; and she was panting heavily, holding one hand to her chest.



"Heart condition," Lauren explained tersely.

Flinx looked around. Tables and chairs were still overturned, but there was no other indication that a desperate fight had been fought in the room. Paralysis beams did not damage inanimate objects. The man he had slain had been moved by lodge personnel. He was glad of that.

Lauren led him toward the kitchen. Lying next to the doorway were the pair of furry shapes he had noticed when he had first entered the room. Up close, he could see their round faces, twisted in agony. The short stubby legs were curled tightly beneath the fuzzy bodies. Their fur was a rust red except for yellow circles around the eyes, which were shut tight. Permanently.

"Sennar and Soba." Lauren spoke while gazing at the dead animals with a mixture of fury and hurt. "They're wervils-or were," she added bitterly. "I raised them from kittens. Found them abandoned in the woods. They liked to sleep here by the kitchen. Everybody liked to feed them. They must have moved at the wrong time. In the dark, one of those"-she used a word Flinx didn't recognize, which was unusual in itself-"must have mistaken them for you. They were firing at anything that moved, I've been told." She paused a moment, then added, "You must have the luck of a pregnant Yax'm. They hit just about everything in the room except you."

"I was down on the floor," Flinx explained. "I only stand up when I have to."

"Yes, as that one found out." She jerked a thumb in the direction of the main hall. Flinx could see attendants wrapping a body in lodge sheets. He was a little startled to see how big his opponent had actually been. In the dark, though, it's only the size of your knife that matters.

"They didn't have to do this," the manager was murmuring, staring at the dead animals. "They didn't have to be so d.a.m.ned indiscriminate. Four years I've coddled those two. Four years. They never showed anything but love to anyone who ever went near them." Flinx waited quietly.

After a while, she gestured for him to follow her. They walked out into the main hall, down a side corridor, and entered a storeroom. Lauren unlocked a transparent wall case and removed a large, complex-looking rifle and a couple of small, wheel-shaped plastic containers. She snapped one of them into the large slot set in the underside of the rifle. The weapon seemed too bulky for her, but she swung it easily across her back and set her right arm through the support strap. She added a pistol to her service belt, then led him back out into the corridor.

"I've never seen a gun like that before." Flinx indicated the rifle. "What do you hunt with it?"

"It's not for hunting," she told him. "Fis.h.i.+ng gear. Each of those clips"-and she gestured at the wheel-shapes she had handed over to Flinx-"holds about a thousand darts. Each dart carries a few milliliters of an extremely potent neurotoxin. p.r.i.c.k your finger on one end..." She shrugged meaningfully.

"The darts are loaded into the clips at the factory in Drallar, and then the clips are sealed. You can't get a dart out unless you fire it through this." She patted the b.u.t.t of the rifle, then turned a corner. They were back in the main hallway.

"You use a gun to kill fish?"

She smiled across at him. Not much of a smile but a first, he thought. "You've never been up to The-Blue-That-Blinded before, have you?"

"I've lived my whole life in Drallar," he said, which for all practical purposes was the truth.

"We don't use these to kill the fish," she explained. "Only to slow them up if they get too close to the boat."

Flinx nodded, trying to picture the weapon in use. He knew that the lakes of The-Blue-That-Blinded were home to some big fish, but apparently he had never realized just how big. Of course, if the fish were proportional to the size of the lakes... "How big is this lake?"

"Patra? Barely a couple of hundred kilometers across. A pond. The really big big lakes are further off to the northwest, like Turquoise and Hanamar. Geographers are always arguing over whether they should be called lakes or inland seas. Geographers are d.a.m.n fools." lakes are further off to the northwest, like Turquoise and Hanamar. Geographers are always arguing over whether they should be called lakes or inland seas. Geographers are d.a.m.n fools."

They exited from the lodge. At least it wasn't raining, Flinx thought. That should make tracking the fleeing mudders a little easier.

Flinx jumped slightly when something landed heavily on his shoulder. He stared down at it with a disapproving look. "About time." The flying snake steadied himself on his master but did not meet his eyes.

"Now that's an interesting pet," Lauren Walder commented, not flinching from the minidrag, as most strangers did. Another point in her favor, Flinx thought. "Where on Moth do you find a creature like that?"

"In a garbage heap," Flinx said, "which is what he's turned himself into. He overate a few days ago and still hasn't digested it all."

"I was going to say that he looks more agile than that landing implied." She led him around the side of the main lodge building. There was a small inlet and a second pier stretching into the lake. Flinx had not been able to see it from where he had parked his mudder.

"I said that we'd catch up to them." She pointed toward the pier.

The boat was a single concave arch, each end of the arch spreading out to form a supportive hull. The cabin was located atop the arch and was excavated into it. Vents lined the flanks of the peculiar catamaran. Flinx wondered at their purpose. Some heavy equipment resembling construction cranes hung from the rear corners of the aft decking. A similar, smaller boat bobbed in the water nearby.

They mounted a curving ladder and Flinx found himself watching as Lauren shrugged off the rifle and settled herself into the pilot's chair. She spoke as she checked readouts and threw switches. "We'll catch them inside an hour," she a.s.sured Flinx. "A mudder's fast, but not nearly as fast over water as this." A deep rumble from the boat's stern; air whistled into the multiple intakes lining the side of the craft, and the rumbling intensified.

Lauren touched several additional controls whereupon the magnetic couplers disengaged from the pier. She then moved the switch set into the side of the steering wheel. Thunder filled the air, making Pip twitch slightly. The water astern began to bubble like a geyser as a powerful stream of water spurted from the subsurface nozzles hidden in the twin hulls. The boat leaped forward, cleaving the waves.

Flinx stood next to the pilot's chair and shouted over the roar of the wind a.s.sailing the open cabin. "How will we know which way they've gone?"

Lauren leaned to her right and flicked a couple of switches below a circular screen, which promptly came to life. Several bright yellow dots appeared on the transparency. "This shows the whole lake." She touched other controls. All but two dots on the screen turned from yellow to green. "Fis.h.i.+ng boats from the other lodges that ring Patra. They have compatible instrumentation." She tapped the screen with a fingernail. "That pair that's stayed yellow? Moving, nonorganic, incompatible transponder. Who do you suppose that might be?"

Flinx said nothing, just stared at the tracking screen. Before long, he found himself staring over the bow that wasn't actually a bow. The twin hulls of the jet catamaran knifed through the surface of the lake as Lauren steadily increased their speed.

She glanced occasionally over at the tracker. "They're moving pretty well-must be pus.h.i.+ng their mudders to maximum. Headed due north, probably looking to deplane at Point Horakov. We have to, catch them before they cross, of course. This is no mudder. Useless off the water."

"Will we?" Flinx asked anxiously. "Catch them, I mean." His eyes searched the cloud-swept horizon, looking for the telltale glare of diffused sunlight on metal.

"No problem," she a.s.sured him. "Not unless they have some special engines in those mudders. I'd think if they did, they'd be using 'em right now."

"What happens when we catch them?"

"I'll try cutting in front of them," she said thoughtfully. "If that doesn't make them stop, well-" she indicated the rifle resting nearby. "We can pick them off one at a time. That rifle's accurate to a kilometer. The darts are gas-propelled, you see, and the gun has a telescopic sight that'll let me put a dart in somebody's ear if I have to."

"What if they shoot back?"

"Not a paralysis pistol made that can outrange that rifle, let alone cover any distance with accuracy. The effect is dispersed. It's only at close range that paralysis is effective on people. Or lethal to small animals," she added bitterly. "If they'll surrender, we'll take them in and turn them over to the game authorities. You can add your own charges at the same time. Wervils are an endangered species on Moth. Of course, I'd much prefer that the sc.u.m resist so that we can defend ourselves."

Such bloodthirstiness in so attractive a woman was no surprise to Flinx. He'd encountered it before in the marketplace. It was her motivation that was new to him. He wondered how old she was. Probably twice his own age, he thought, though it was difficult to tell for sure. Time spent in the wilderness had put rough edges on her that even harsh city life would be hard put to equal. It was a different kind of roughness; Flinx thought it very becoming.

"What if they choose to give themselves up?" He knew that was hardly likely, but he was curious to know what her contingency for such a possibility might be.

"Like I said, we take them back with us and turn them over to the game warden in Kalish."

He made a short, stabbing motion with one hand. "That could be awkward for me."

"Don't worry," she told him. "I'll see to it that you're not involved. It's not only the game laws they've violated. Remember that injured guest? Ms. Marteenson's a sick woman. The effect of a paralysis beam on her could be permanent. So it's not just the game authorities who'll be interested in these people.

"As to you and your mother, the two of you can disappear. Why has she been kidnapped? For ransom?"

"She hasn't any money," Flinx replied. "Not enough to bother with, anyway."

"Well, then, why?" Lauren's eyes stayed on the tracker, occasionally drifting to scan the sky for signs of rain. The jet boat had a portable cover that she hoped they wouldn't have to use. It would make aiming more difficult.

"That's what I'd like to know," Flinx told her. "Maybe we'll find out when we catch up with them."

"We should," she agreed, "though that won't do Sennar and Soba any good. You've probably guessed by now that my opinion of human beings is pretty low. Present company excepted. I'm very fond of animals. Much rather a.s.sociate with them. I never had a wervil betray me, or any other creature of the woods, for that matter. You know where you stand with an animal. That's a major reason why I've chosen the kind of life I have."

"I know a few other people who feel the way you do," Flinx said. "You don't have to apologize for it"

"I wasn't apologizing," she replied matter-of-factly.

"Yet you manage a hunting lodge."

"Not a hunting lodge," she corrected him. "Fis.h.i.+ng lodge. Strictly fis.h.i.+ng. We don't accommodate hunters here, but I can't stop other lodges from doing so."

"You have no sympathy for the fish, then? It's a question of scales versus fur? The AAnn wouldn't like that."

She smiled. "Who cares what the AAnn think? As for the rest of your argument, it's hard to get cozy with a fish. I've seen the fish of this lake gobble up helpless young wervils and other innocents that make the mistake of straying too far out into the water. Though if it came down to it"-she adjusted a control on the instrument dash, and the jet boat leaped to starboard-"I'm not sure I wouldn't prefer the company of fish to that of people either."

"It's simple, then," Flinx said. "You're a chronic antisocial."

She shrugged indifferently. "I'm me. Lauren Walder. I'm happy with what I am. Are you happy with what you are?"

His smile faded. "I don't know what I am yet." He dropped his gaze and brooded at the tracker, his attention focused on the nearing yellow dot that indicated their quarry.

Odd thing for a young man like that to say, she thought. Most people would've said they didn't know who who they were yet. Slip of the tongue. She let the remark pa.s.s. they were yet. Slip of the tongue. She let the remark pa.s.s.

The gap between pursued and pursuer shrank rapidly on the tracker. It wasn't long before Flinx was able to gesture excitedly over the bow and shout, "There they are!"

Lauren squinted and saw only water and cloud, then glanced down at the tracker. "You've got mighty sharp eyes, Flinx."

"Prerequisite for survival in Drallar," he explained.

A moment later she saw the mudders also, skittering along just above the waves and still headed for the northern sh.o.r.e. Simultaneously, those in the mudders reacted to the appearance of the boat behind them. They accelerated and for a moment moved out of sight again. Lauren increased the power. This time they didn't pull away from the jet boat.

She nodded slightly. "I thought so. Standard mudder engines, no surprises. I don't think they're hiding anything from us." She glanced at her companion. "Think you can drive this thing for a little while?"

Flinx had spent the past half hour studying the controls as well as the image on the tracker. The instrumentation was no more complex than that of his mudder. On the other hand, he was used to driving over land. "I think so," he said. This was not the time for excessive caution.

"Good." She slid out of the pilot's chair and waited until he slipped in and took control over the wheel. "It's very responsive," she warned him, "and at the speed we're traveling, even a slight turn of the wheel will send us shooting off in another direction. So watch it."

"I'll be okay," he a.s.sured her. He could feel the vibration of the engine through the wheel. The sensation was exhilarating.

A flash of light suddenly marked the fleeing mudders, but it dissipated well shy of the jet boat's bow. Flinx maintained the gap between the three craft. The flash was repeated; it did no more damage to the boat or its crew than would a flashlight beam.

"No long-range weapons," Lauren murmured. "If they had 'em, now'd be the time to use 'em." Flinx saw she was hefting the dart rifle. It was nearly as tall as she was. She settled it onto a vacant bracket and bent over to peer through the complex telescopic sight. In that position, it resembled a small cannon more than a rifle.

Two more flares of light shot from the mudders, futile stabs at the pursuing jet boat. "I can see them," Lauren announced as she squinted through the sight. "They look confused. That's sensible. I don't see anything but hand weapons. Two of them seem to be arguing. I don't think they expected this kind of pursuit."

"They didn't expect to see me in the dining room, either," Flinx said confidentially. "I'll bet bet they're confused." they're confused."

She looked over from the sight. "You're sure they weren't looking for you to follow?"

"I doubt it, or I'd never have come this close to them."

She grunted once and returned her eyes to the sight. "At this range, I can pick their teeth." She moved the rifle slightly. "Hold her steady, please." She pushed the b.u.t.ton which took the place of a regular trigger. The gun went phut! phut! and something tiny and explosive burst from the muzzle. and something tiny and explosive burst from the muzzle.

"Warning shot," she explained. "There-someone's pulling the dart out. I put it in the back of the pilot's chair. Now they're gathering around and studying it, except the driver, of course. Now they're looking back at us. One of them's keeping two hands on a little old lady. Your mother?"

"I'm sure," Flinx said tightly.

"She's giving the one restraining her fits, trying to bite him, kicking at him even though it looks like her feet are bound at the ankles."

"That's her, all right." Flinx couldn't repress a grin. "What are they doing now?"

Lauren frowned. "Uh oh. Putting up some transparent s.h.i.+eld. Now the regular vehicle dome over that. The dome we can penetrate. I don't know about the s.h.i.+eld-thing. Well, that's no problem. Go to port."

"Port?" Flinx repeated.

"To your left," she said. "We'll cut around in front of them and block their course. Maybe when they see that we can not only catch them but run circles around them, they'll be willing to listen to reason."

Flinx obediently turned the wheel to his left and felt the catamaran respond instantly.

"Okay, now back to star-to your right, not too sharply." The boat split the water as he turned the wheel.

Suddenly, everything changed. A new sound, a deep humming, became audible.

"d.a.m.n," Lauren said in frustration, pointing upward.

Flinx's gaze went toward the clouds. The skimmer that had appeared from out of the northern horizon was of pretty good size. It was certainly more than big enough to hold its own crew in addition to the mudders' occupants. If there was any doubt as to the skimmer's intent, it was quickly eliminated as the versatile craft dipped low, circled once, and then settled toward the first mudder as it strove to match the smaller vehicle's speed.

"If they get aboard, we'll lose them permanently," said a worried Flinx. "Can you pick them off as they try to transfer?" Already the skimmer's crew had matched velocity with the mudder and was dropping a chute ladder toward the water.

Lauren bent over the rifle again. Her finger hesitated over the b.u.t.ton; then she unexpectedly pulled back and whacked the b.u.t.t of the gun angrily. "Lovely people. They're holding your mother next to the base of the chute. I can't get a clear shot."

"What are we going to do? We can't just keep circling them like this!"

"How the h.e.l.l should I know?" She abandoned the rifle and rushed to a storage locker amids.h.i.+ps. "Mudders, paralysis pistols, kidnapping, and now a skimmer sent out from the north. Who are these people, anyway?"

"I don't know," Flinx snapped. "I told you before that I don't understand any of this." He hesitated, trying to watch her and keep the jet boat circling the still-racing mudders and the skimmer hovering above them. "What are you going to do now?"

The device she had extracted from the storage locker was as long as the dart rifle but much narrower. "When I give the word," she said tightly, "I want you to charge them and pull aside at the last moment. I don't think they'll be expecting a rush on our part. They're much too busy transferring to the skimmer."

"What are you going to try and do?" he asked curiously. "Disable the skimmer?"

"With a dart gun? Are you kidding?" she snorted. "Just do as I say."

"So long as what you say continues making sense," he agreed, a bit put off by her tone.

"You're wasting time. Do it!"

He threw the wheel hard over. The catamaran spun on the surface so sharply that the portside hull lifted clear of the water. A high rooster tail obscured them from sight for a moment.

In seconds, they were on top of the mudder and the skimmer drifting steadily above it. Activity on both craft intensified as the jet boat bore down on the mudder. As Lauren suspected, the last thing their opponents were expecting was a broadside charge. A couple of shots pa.s.sed behind the onrus.h.i.+ng boat, hastily dispatched and imperfectly aimed.

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